Because There's Not Much Time Left...

...I may as well get in all the pregnancy-related complaining that I can :-)

Sleep is still a gawd-awful affair. Grunts and moans accompany every move I make. My routine of laying in bed and reading before I fall asleep is officially done. I either have to sit straight up and read or else lean back against pillows. Either choice leaves me with the extra work of then having to get comfy once I'm done reading. Lately I have foregone the reading and will just get comfy and watch Mike slaughter innocent bystanders on "Grand Theft Auto".

My knee troubles continue to frustrate me. I can walk, run and squat just fine, but as soon as I kneel or lay down, it feels like I am kneeling on nails. So, add that issue to my rolling over troubles and it's just an absolute joy to be laying next to me in bed. In addition to kneeling on nails, my newest ailment is a "ripped shin". I don't know what's happening down there, but when I roll out of bed in the morning and step down, it feels like I have a six inch scab on the front of my leg that rips open. It only lasts for a second or two, but it is definitely painful enough for me to cry out. This shin-ripping is also starting to happen when I'm kneeling.

I know what you're thinking..."Why don't you stop kneeling then?". Well, this past weekend I spent a lot of time sitting on the floor, putting together the crib, change table and hutch (two days worth of work once you add in all the pee breaks I had to take). In order to stand up, I have to roll over onto my knees and then push myself up (same thing to get out of the tub). So, each time I got up, my shin ripped. There's no point in mentioning this to my Doc since nothing can be done about it anyways. All I can think is how on earth am I supposed to get into a good pushing position if I can't bend my knees? It should definitely make the delivery interesting!

My prenatal appt. on Thursday went much better than the last one...I lost a pound and my blood pressure was back down to normal. I will get my walking papers this week, just in case I go into labour while we're in Saskatoon for the holidays.

Today, I couldn't help but think about what I was doing a year ago today. Even though the post is dated as December 16th, the first transfer happened exactly one year ago. It is amazing how quickly a year can pass. As sad as we were that cycle failed and as crappy as my physical ailments are bothering me right now, I do realize how very blessed I am to be sitting here with this beautiful baby in my tummy. Some of those other women that I met during my time at the clinic will never know this feeling.