I have hit that be-dreaded point in my pregnancy when I am just truly over it. The sleepless, insomnia has hit strong and I feel like I watch all hours of the night tick through each time I roll over and check my phone to see if it's time to get up. Many mornings Jon wakes up to find me on the couch, finally passed out, just in time to wake up before Maddox does. I'm exhausted and ready for a nap by 3 or 4pm every single day. I can't sit and or stand in any comfortable position. My breathing feels restricted and heavy most of the day thanks to baby girl sitting high in my ribs and then my poor bladder takes the grunt of her kicks at night when I almost feel like she's low enough to be birthed.
See what I mean? All the whining over here.
I didn't hit this "over it" point until 35 weeks with Maddox. So I'm trying to prepare myself to go the distance these next 9 weeks before her anticipated arrival.
I'll tell you what I can't wait for! Breathing normally, a glass of sangria and to stop hearing that obnoxious grunting sound that escapes my lips when I bend over 50 times a day.