“I feel useless.”
Those are the words I muttered to my husband early this morning as we were both working our will to get up and out of bed. The thing is that as I close in on my 31st week of pregnancy, things are getting much harder. Everything takes extra effort and is done in a third of the time it would have taken me otherwise. The other night I tried to stand up to cook some rice, and promptly had to sit down for the rest of the evening because every time I stood up, the entire weight of my belly and baby fell into my pelvic area. Not fun.
That’s just one example of how these days are going. There are many more, since as I said, everything takes extra effort. Walking feels as if I have a very heavy block on my hip and with every step I take it pushes down on my body from the waist down. Needless to say, it hurts and doesn’t make for a very active day.
My husband, amazing as always, says, “It’ll pass. Don’t overdo it. Sit.” But, as many women can relate, it’s hard to just sit. It’s especially hard when I know that I only have a few more weeks before our newborn baby will soon be here. Potentially, this baby boy could decide to come in another 6 or so weeks, and there’s still so much to do to prepare our house for him.
This is one of those times where I could really use the help of a cleaning service, a chef, a personal assistant…you name it, I could use it. Of course, the husband is doing all he can to keep up with household duties, but I feel like lately he’s acting the role of a single dad. It’s not fair to him either.
So, yes. I feel useless. I know deep down it’s not true. And, overall, my spirits are high and I can’t wait for our baby boy to be born. Every time he kicks me, jumps, does a somersault, or whatever else he decides to do in there – and he does a lot – it makes me laugh. I’m also really enjoying the happiness and excitement that our baby girl is showing as we get closer and closer to December. She cannot wait to be a big sister. But, still…
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure where I was going with this. I guess it was just one of those rants that I needed to get out there, because, well, I’m 31 weeks pregnant. That’s excuse enough, isn’t it?
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