Physical & Mental & Spiritual & Emotional: Folks, they’re all the same today.
I. Am. So. Tired.
So, so, so, so tired.
This week marks the greatest resurgence of exhaustion since the first trimester when I was taking morning naps.
It began on Sunday when I had a hard time staying awake through the sermon at church. This is no fault of the pastor’s. It couldn’t have been helped. After church, I laid down for a nap before dressing for my tea party baby shower. For the first time ever, I noticed that it took my left eye a disturbingly long time to un-blur.
Bennett, however, does not seem tired whatsoever. He moved ALLLLLLLL day on Monday. All day. His movements are definitely stronger and I’m starting to feel him all the way into my ribs! (Bennett likely weights 3.5 pounds, give or take a few ounces.) After interviewing a pediatrician that morning, I came home to lay on the couch and write thank you cards. Naturally, I fell asleep so the cards aren’t in the mail yet.
Later that same day, I attempted to walk my dog on one of my normal circuits. We’re in walking distance to the church (where Brian works), so I figured Esther and I could give my hubby a quick hello and then head back. Well, the quick hello turned into a long hello where I defeatedly ended up asking Brian to drive us back. With just the smallest amount of exertion or the slightest quickening of pace, I’ve noticed myself becoming short of breath. From what I’m reading, my expanding uterus is pressing up against the diaphragm and crowding the lungs; so while this isn’t uncommon at this stage in pregnancy, it definitely affects every aspect of life. Square Piece feels like a slug when she’s laboring harder to breathe.
That evening, Brian and I finished our twelfth and final Bradley Method class. It has been such an enjoyable experience learning more about pregnancy, health, labor, delivery, history, options and possible interventions! I’m always open to engaging in these conversations if you feel so inclined! And I think I can speak for Brian when I say that he would, too. We’d both eagerly recommend taking this course if you’re pregnant, no matter how many children you’ve already had.
Bennett finally seemed to be resting in the womb on Tuesday morning. Considering my exhaustion, I was a little relieved. This, however, did not stop Brian from jiggling my belly and shouting, “Bennett! Wake up! It’s your daddy! I love you, Bennett! Give me a high five!” A few seconds later, Bennett awoke and I dragged myself through the rest of the day… and week.
Everything is a blur.