Emotional: Steady. Just steady.
Spiritual: As elaborated on in my Knitting Tattoo saga, I believe that God has designed each one of us with love and for unique purposes, having equipped us with the tools and talents we’ll need to fulfill those purposes.
I wonder what He has in mind for Bennett.
Mental: Working a full-time job at this point in my pregnancy seems like a good method of distraction for me. I think that contemplating my clients’ hair, bone structure, face shape, etc. has kept me from obsessing in an unhealthy way over being the most perfectly prepared newbie mom there ever was. While I don’t think that I have what you’d call an addictive personality, I do think there’s such a thing as an obsessive personality.
Another benefit to being distracted is that I don’t dwell on the physical differences that I feel from moment to moment. Notice them? Yes. Dwell on them? No.
Physical: For instance, yesterday was the first day that it felt like I had arthritis in my hip and butt bones. The sensation is sorta like what I’d feel if I had participated in a squatting marathon. Except it was definitely the bones, not the muscles.
This makes sense because, according to my midwife, yesterday my belly measured to be 35 centimeters while the week prior it was 36. She explained that the absence of that one centimeter means that Bennett’s hunkering down and getting into place for his birthday. (Okay, she didn’t use the words “hunkering” or “birthday.” That’s my own interpretation.)
This came as no surprise as I’ve been feeling more pelvic pressure and I just knew that my belly had dropped “a degree.” It was nice to have confirmation that I’m not crazy. And speaking of pressure, I don’t want to be graphic, but let’s just put it this way (And you ladies who have experienced this before, back me up!): Have you ever had an incredibly painful pimple on your face? Most of them don’t hurt, but every now and then a new breed of pimple will surface and it actually hurts to even gingerly touch the head of it. The pressure that this pimple is undertaking even looks painful and angry given its swollen, discolored state.
Well, ahem, that’s how I feel some days… Except not on my face.
I don’t seem to be experiencing excessive swelling throughout the rest of my body though. My ankles and fingers and toes all seem mostly fine. And while you can’t tell that I’m pregnant by looking at my ankles, if you watched me slump onto the couch at night, you’d just know. It’s like I’ve lost the will to ever move again. Except I’ve just gotta. ‘Cause these support hose have to come off eventually (which is usually my final act of physical exertion every evening).
So far, in spite of my growing belly, I’m too stubborn to enlist Brian for help in the support hose department. No, I much prefer to look like a bug who has been flipped onto her back and is struggling unsuccessfully to return to a normal position.
And finally, let’s discuss sleeping. Most nights I’m still doing pretty well. The discomfort is less in finding the right position (thanks to my bazillion pillows) but more in experiencing internal discomfort. I’ve had a few dreams that I’m going into labor and I think that some of that could be due to my experiencing small, “practice” contractions in my sleep. It’s quite reminiscent of a menstrual cycle.
(Blooper shots updated here.)