I don’t like to complain about being pregnant because I know I’m lucky to be having a baby when so many people can’t and it’s been a good pregnancy etc, but my god I would like it to be over soon.
I’m not very good at listening to my body trying to tell me that I’m overdoing it. On Monday I completely over did it by dismantling my bed and then having to put it back together due to the bed delivery being cancelled. I should have just called a friend to do it, but I figured it’s only a 5 minute job so I should just get on with it. It did only take me 5 mins, but it took me 2 days to get over it physically.
I’m fed up of doing all the parenting on my own without help and whilst my OH has now decided he would like us to have a fourth child after this one, I have to put my foot down until we can live together again. There is no way I can do another pregnancy living on my own with the kids.
As well as all the usual things you would find hard at this stage like bending down, walking long distances, sleeping comfortably etc. I also have little Iris clambering over me, leaning on my tummy, bouncing on me and wanting to be carried. She just isn’t old enough to understand that mummy can’t do all the things I used to be able to do. If OH was living with us, at least he could take some of the physical batterings instead of me.
I have another 5 weeks to go (or 7 if she’s overdue like the other two were!) but I can’t think that far ahead, I have to take each day at a time or I think I’ll spiral into depression at that prospect!
However I had a good sleep last night and was even blessed with an extra hour in bed after settling the kids down with drinks, raisins and a cartoon they hadn’t seen before, so I was energised enough to handle whinging, carrying, tears and tantrums. Lets hope I have a good nights sleep for the next 5 weeks.