Third trimester as I remember has truly hit. I overdid it yesterday, between walking to the post office and store and then running up and down stairs (okay, not actually running, but repeated up and down) trying to get things done...I've been hurting really badly ever since. It feels like I keep contracting really hard over/with pulled muscles, accompanied once in a while by cervical pain. I'm not getting around very well, and really miss Bill because he's been helping me get around. I'm keeping an eye on the contractions and making sure they don't become anything worrying. So far they're painful, but not in any pattern or anything timeable, they don't have any mucus plug or blood accompanying them, and they get better when I kick up my feet and chug a lot of water. So I'm sure it's just a case of really overdoing it and hurting myself.
It's definitely giving me a wake up call. All these contractions are definitely making me see that my body is getting ready and we're getting towards the end. Just 8 weeks! Two months! 57 days! None of them sound very much, especially when I look at the calendar and see that it's half way through October - just two weeks until November! Once November is here, it's almost time! It's insane to think how far I am. Until today, I kept repeating it to myself but just kept waiting for that wake up call when it would start to feel like a reality. Today, it's starting to feel real.
I'll be 32 weeks tomorrow, and it's making me so anxious - both in good and bad ways. I'm equal parts in eagerness and dread of the end. But I think eagerness is starting to take over.
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