i know lots of people wonder what it's like to be pregnant. well, some do anyway. as far as being able to grow life, eat almost whatever i want and every one thinks i need help doing everything (which i do need help doing a lot more the bigger i get) it is great. not to many downsides of it all~ even the heartburn is controllable.
the only part i seem to have the worst time with is sleeping. my nights are getting shorter and my belly and ass are getting bigger. not such a good combination. i go to bed as soon as presley does so that i don't waste any time not resting when she is. my life that use to be filled with staying up til 1 and going out every weekend is now a race to see how fast i can fall asleep as close to 9 as possible. brian always wins. bastard.
anyway, getting comfortable is one thing, there is the pajama situation: finding something that fits you well and doesn't pull or isn't too snug anywhere. then, the pillows. i have all of them. poor brian has this small little brown pillow that he curls up with while i have the other 4 plus my body length pregnancy body pillow. love it!
next is (which i always forget) when i lay down and the indigestion starts. so then i am propping myself up so the acid will go down and searching for my tums on my nightstand. inevitably i knock over my grape juice and brian or i am up cleaning up that mess so the stain doesn't settle in the rug. brian has been bringing plain water to bed lately so we can avoid this step:)
after the pillows, prenatal vitamins, tums, clean up and pillows situated again i am ready for bed. what happens next is what i don't get. i am comfy, fed, hydrated and all "vitamined" up and then it happens. the hot flash.
every freaking night during my last trimester this happens. so, i end up with no pillows, blankets and yes, sometimes jammies are off. so much for all that preparation. did i mention that i also get up 2-3 times each night to go pee? even after all that i still do enjoy being pregnant~ when else can i get brian to get me mashed potatoes and gravy at 9 o'clock at night?