Bitchfest: 35th-Week Edition
I am still having migraines, usually 2-3 per week.
I still throw up in the morning, usually 3-5 times per week.
I have awful sciatica, which means I can’t walk very far. My lower back is either sore or in spasms. I pee every hour.
I had to do the 3-hour glucose test this week. My sugars are on the low end and I often feel lightheaded. I flunked the test. How can I have hypoglycemia and gestational diabetes? I can not add in carbs but I need to increase my calories with more protein.
She-beastie is breech. They can’t schedule a version until 7 July. If I go into labor before that date, I have to have a c-section. In the meantime, I am doing all I can (chiropractic, acupuncture, laying upside down) to encourage her to turn.
My house is a disaster. We had construction done and the results looks fantastic (first floor laundry!) but the dust and dirt are everywhere. I want to clean, but between the migraines, sciatica, and S, things are happening at a snail’s pace. The cleaning ladies are coming for a “deep clean” next Wednesday but that means we have to de-clutter so they can actually clean stuff.
We went way over budget because the previous owners of our house did things on the cheap and we had to fix a bunch of important stuff, like plumbing and electrics. It needed to be done, but we had to take it out of our savings.
I still have a ton of research/writing to do for work and almost no motivation to do it.
My brother got married last weekend. I had to wear a purple maternity dress. ( I think I will save for future dress-up play.) The rest of the wedding party was blond, tan, and scary skinny. I am none of those things. It was an awkward fit.
All that being said, I still realize what a gift pregnancy is. She’s breech, but she’s healthy. I ache, but only because I have a baby within. I had to do a non-stress test in the same room where I first found out my first pregnancy was non-viable. I could feel my axiety increase as I stepped across the threshold, even though I had been in once before when I was pregnant with S. This time, Mr. MC couldn’t come with me, so I was by myself and I was struck by my journey. Before, my heart had broken in this room. Now, I was listening to my baby’s heartbeat and marking her movements. The nurse said her accellerations were “perfect;” before, the ultrasound tech could only tell me “there is no baby.”