There is something about the evening hours that really brings out the worst in this pregnancy, and evil womb baby takes full advantage.
His movements get more forceful, he gets hiccups repeatedly, and generally feels like he’s trying to dig his way out of me through my ribs. And that’s not even the worst of it.
The worst is the decline in how I feel as the night drags on. Either i’m getting sick, or clutching my stomach in pain because of braxton hicks hell.. and every night it only seems to get worse and more confusing for me as my due date quickly approaches.
While I avoided my one-on-one time with the toilet last night, I was having some SERIOUS (what I thought were) contractions. Nothing that had me doubled over in pain and considering calling my doctor, but enough to make me think it could be early labor. Sharp, forceful tightening in my uterus. Not that I would have protested if it WAS labor after I noticed the family of new stretchmarks making a home on the evil underbelly after writing the blog last night.
They were totally irregular and didn’t increase in intensity, so while I was keeping track of them- I pretty much knew nothing would come of it.
Tonight is starting to go downhill pretty early. Could it be a tummy dump before a baby dump? Meh, I guess.. but my bet is that my irritable stomach didn’t agree with the leftover mexican lasagna we ate for dinner (even though it didn’t bother me the first time we ate it at all).
I’m gonna just put this out there: I AM SO SICK OF POOPING.
my insides… and outsides… can’t take much more before I just fall apart. And I have an odd fear of pushing (if you get my drift), my mind goes straight to accidentally pushing a baby out into the toilet along with everything else coming out. Ew. Babies are already covered in nasty goop when they flop out of you, the last thing they need added to that is ‘doo’ (as Holden would call it).
I’m going to cut this blog short because i’m finding it hard to write a cohesive post in between running back and forth from the bathroom.
Methinks it’s going to be a long night.
@DianeAuten I'm so glad you're enjoying it!
I don't know what I want for dinner, but I can guarantee it's not any of the 14 things my husband will suggest.
@ThisIsAstartes Best worst little shits on the planet.
What's that smell? A lot of pants on fire. pic.twitter.com/bVK0FnJgeB
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