Wednesday, May 28, 2008

• That's it

  I've hit the wall.  You know the one.  Where you're just fucking done with pregnancy.  And at the same time, resigned that you're going to be the only woman on the planet with the gestation time of an elephant (22 months I think?). 
  
  It's 12:50am.  Baby keeps kicking me - literally kicking me, hard.  Probably similar to that scene in Alien.  My whole abdomen is tired and worn out and bruised feeling.  Very bruised feeling.  Had a good half hour cry shortly after midnight while multi-tasking on the toilet (a wonderful side effect of this pregnancy - no constipation at all the last few weeks) because this kid's just never going to come out.  I'm going to be a miserable wreck for the next few years until the toddler in utero literally kills me. 
  
  I miss sleep.  I miss being able to hold my pee for longer than 5 seconds.  I miss not running into the kitchen counter every single time I try to do something in there.  I miss not feeling so tired.  I miss not feeling so bruised.  I miss sleep.
  
  And the 4.5yo's been fussing tonight, so now hubby's in the guest room with him.  Who wants to bet kiddo's getting sick?  Again?  Lucky us. 

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