Someone recently asked me what I do with my time now that I'm not working. I'm not going to lie...I sleep. As much as I can. I do finish whatever else needs to be done. But, for the most part, I nap on and off throughout the day. The reason is because I have the shittiest sleeps alive lately, so I feel the need to stock up on it when I can.
A typical night time routine for me involves:
- changing into my pjs (which involves a lot of groaning and grunting because I have to lift one leg off the floor and this causes a fair amount of pain)
- climbing into bed (which involves a lot of groaning and grunting because I have to separate my legs and this causes a fair amount of pain)
- shifting into position to get the body pillow between my legs (which involves a lot of....ah, screw it....are you seeing a pattern here??)
Everything I do causes me grief, groaning and grunting. Trying to roll over is one hell of a feat. It's not so much my belly that's causing the pain...it's my pubic bone and my tail bone. Mike made the comment a few weeks ago of "Don't take offense to this, but you sound like a beached whale when you try to roll over". If I hadn't laughed so hard, I would have punched him in the face.
Every shift and every roll causes either my pubic or tail bone to snap, crackle or pop. If I cough when I'm laying down, you can literally hear my pubic bone pop. To add to the matter, I've started to tense up when I need to roll because I'm anxious about the pain I'm about to receive. Let me tell you - being all tense and tight really doesn't help the situation. I've started to grab onto the head board in an effort to propel myself over. I am just one pathetic sight to behold when I attempt this.
So, after a crappy, restless night of sleep, it's time to get up. I hobble and limp my way to the bathroom to empty my very full bladder (and this lovely event happens at least twice a night). Honestly, the first five minutes of my being up is just as pathetic as watching me roll over. Then, it's time to alternate lifting my feet off the floor so I can get dressed. More groaning and grunting ensues.
Am I painting a clear enough picture of why I have crappy, horrible sleeps? And of why I nap whenever I feel it? Also, I'm a smart enough chickie to know to take advantage of this free time NOW because I won't so much have it in three months.
And a positive side, Baby kicked my tummy so hard tonight that my t-shirt jumped :-)
Hey, have you considered going for a pregnancy massage? Might offer you a little relief. It will be really nice when you have the baby and your body gets back to normal. I was amazed by how quickly everything shifted back into place for me after I had Carys. Only three months to go!
ReplyDeleteI did go for a massage when I was only four months and it was horrible for a number of reasons. The woman didn't work on the areas I wanted worked on plus she nattered away the whole time and gave me her life story (she kept talking even when I quit responding).
ReplyDeleteI don't know if anyone in town can do preggo massages...whether they have the table for it? The massage just wouldn't be the same if I had to lay on my side...not enough good pressure I would think. I suppose I should check into that though...any type of relief would be nice. The day I took the Tylenol 3s was a little glimpse into heaven...I felt no pain physically or mentally. I can see how people can become addicted to those things!
Angie, does your business have special tables or do you know of massage places that have special tables where a pregnant woman could lie on her belly? Or is the only option to lie on one's side?
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