Surviving the Last Few (Very Hard) Weeks of Pregnancy…
The other day I was in the art supply store and only had four people ask me how many hours I was away from giving birth. I had to pee for the second time so I made my way to the bathroom. While sitting there, wearing my sky blue, cozy, brand new yoga shirt (a splurge for my last month of pregnancy), all of a sudden a familiar, warm, river of a feeling began to stream out of my nose. I put my hand up but it was too late. The bright, red blood had trickled its way down my new shirt; in fact it made a perfect line. It almost looked like the shirt was meant to have one solid red stripe down the front of it. I said almost. After dowsing myself with water and blotting the living daylights out of that baby blue, I came out of the bathroom. I realize now the blotting made me look like there had been a gunshot wound. It was weird, everyone kept looking away in horror. Not sure if they thought I just delivered the baby in the bathroom by myself or what but even if they did think that, what does that say for humankind that no one offered to help!?
Single, Pregnant and Just A Tad Grumpy…:(
I am almost 35 weeks pregnant and the other day my back hurt so badly I thought I had kidney stones. No joke, I almost called 911 in the middle of the night. Turns out I dont have kidney stones, I am having back spasms. I get acupuncture and a massage every couple weeks but it would be better if I had my husband working nightly on these kinks the extra 45 pounds Im carrying is creating. But alas, I dont have a husband or boyfriend, alas I am single and pregnant. Now before anyone breaks out the violins, let me be the first to say, I am not freaking out (most of the time). Other people though are a very different story.