I'm starting to get past the I'm-feeling-wonderful-and-cute phase and into the My-back-hurts-and-I'm-not-feeling-so-"hot"-anymore phase. I'm still giddy though, just giddy with a cowboy's swagger and a geriatric's limp. And Acorn's amply kicking away every day like she's got my long ham hocks and she's practicing hurdles, God love her! So that keeps me happy and sane.
Yes, the golden glow of pregancy is turning into a ruddy afterthought. I have been having aching pains in my upper middle back the last few weeks and pretty much can't sit anywhere in a chair without assuming a board-straight position. My hip joints are also starting to ache from the pressure of laying on my sides all night.
Ryan wants me to get one of those crazy pregnancy pillows, but I can't believe these things! The U-shape, the C-shape, the J-shape? Boppies and Snoogles and Full-bodies, oh my...God! Very overwhelming and not a bit too creepy, like you're embracing and sometimes even wrestling with a suffocating giant worm while you sleep. I was hoping to get by with the pillows we have, but I may have to suck it up and purchase one of these sleep monsters after all.
And ugh, I'm starting to snore. Heavily. So much that I am keeping Ryan hovering just outside of his REM cycles and walking like a zombie. I have to figure out something, anything -- maybe breathe strips? -- because Ryan can't sleep on the couch for the next three months, poor guy! What I can't believe is that I've turned so quickly -- literally overnight -- into a snoring, hobbling beast of a pregnant lady! A true sleep monster. Roar.
Of course, don't get me wrong. I am still in heaven even with these minor annoyances. But heaven on earth, mind you, still has to be based on reality. It's comes with all those precious aches and pains and stuffy noses that even the most glorious of pregnancies experience. It's the awareness of your body that keeps you in check, that it's no where close to being perfect, which keeps you humble. I was definitely due for a reality check after blythely living in a pain-free, warm little bubble of happiness these last few months. You can't have the good without the bad for too long. Balance must occur. So even my joy, I realize, must now be seasoned with sweet pain.
So bring on the backaches! Dole out the joint pain. Let me gulp down those hip spasms like they're a handful of horse pills. I gratefully swallow any jagged pill so that Acorn can keep her charge, her duty. To live.
Probably not a good idea to take these photos after stuffing myself at dinner, huh?