I'm complaining to you because my husband is tired of hearing it
The first thing I lost was my will to live.
I was a bit surprised by this; before experiencing the Worst Pregnancy of 2007 (yes, I've decided there is an official title, and I'm giving it to me), I would have thought I'd go through a few stages before getting to the point that I begged God to please let me die in my sleep. Perhaps trying to keep a stiff upper lip, then maybe counting the days until I didn't have to be pregnant anymore, then succumbing to tears, then, when all else failed, praying for an end to it all. But no, I very quickly lost all hope about two months into a pregnancy that has included insomnia, nausea, and finally, preeclampsia.
I look back now at the first weeks of my pregnany and laugh. I had tons of energy then, felt great, could work a nine hour day, come home and do 30 minutes of high-intensity aerobics, then cook dinner. I bought pregnancy workout videos and was inspired by Denise Austin, who chirped that she worked out every single day during her pregnancy, even working out the very day she had her first baby! I vowed to eat plenty of fruits and vegetables and drink lots of water.
Fast forward five months. I wake up most mornings and look like Sylvester Stallone after he fought the Russian in Rocky V. My feet are so swollen I think even they'll have stretch marks. (Have you ever tried matching black Crocs to every outfit you own? It's surprising how little they actually go with.) Bending over the toilet nightly has gone away for the most part, but it's been replaced by heartburn, which I can get even from drinking water. I waddle to the doctor twice a week for ultrasounds, urine tests, and blood pressure checks. My hips and shoulders hurt most of the time from having to lie on my left side. I've been pulled out of work and put on modified bed rest. I eat whatever the heck makes me feel good, or at least doesn't send me running for the bathroom. Exercise is walking from the recliner to wherever I last put the remote control.
I guess it's been a good lesson in realizing that you can never predict what's going to happen in your life. The upside is that I have about 50 pictures of Maisy, the little girl who is causing all this trouble. It's pretty obvious she's going to be one cute baby.
I was a bit surprised by this; before experiencing the Worst Pregnancy of 2007 (yes, I've decided there is an official title, and I'm giving it to me), I would have thought I'd go through a few stages before getting to the point that I begged God to please let me die in my sleep. Perhaps trying to keep a stiff upper lip, then maybe counting the days until I didn't have to be pregnant anymore, then succumbing to tears, then, when all else failed, praying for an end to it all. But no, I very quickly lost all hope about two months into a pregnancy that has included insomnia, nausea, and finally, preeclampsia.
I look back now at the first weeks of my pregnany and laugh. I had tons of energy then, felt great, could work a nine hour day, come home and do 30 minutes of high-intensity aerobics, then cook dinner. I bought pregnancy workout videos and was inspired by Denise Austin, who chirped that she worked out every single day during her pregnancy, even working out the very day she had her first baby! I vowed to eat plenty of fruits and vegetables and drink lots of water.
Fast forward five months. I wake up most mornings and look like Sylvester Stallone after he fought the Russian in Rocky V. My feet are so swollen I think even they'll have stretch marks. (Have you ever tried matching black Crocs to every outfit you own? It's surprising how little they actually go with.) Bending over the toilet nightly has gone away for the most part, but it's been replaced by heartburn, which I can get even from drinking water. I waddle to the doctor twice a week for ultrasounds, urine tests, and blood pressure checks. My hips and shoulders hurt most of the time from having to lie on my left side. I've been pulled out of work and put on modified bed rest. I eat whatever the heck makes me feel good, or at least doesn't send me running for the bathroom. Exercise is walking from the recliner to wherever I last put the remote control.
I guess it's been a good lesson in realizing that you can never predict what's going to happen in your life. The upside is that I have about 50 pictures of Maisy, the little girl who is causing all this trouble. It's pretty obvious she's going to be one cute baby.
posted by SHANNON & AARON TUCKER at 11:26 AM
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