Honest Feelings.

I try really hard not to complain about the standard pregnancy aches, pains and ailments. I have been extremely lucky with this pregnancy, and I can only hope that our future ones will be this easy.

That being said, it isn't reality. The last few weeks (32 weeks and on, if I had to guess) have been increasingly uncomfortable. And it wouldn't be an honest recounting of this journey if I leave it out. So here's my (hopefully) one and only complaint post.

My back hurts.

I am always tired. I can't get comfortable when I sleep, so I don't sleep very well.

My nose hurts when I breathe. Like if you're somewhere really cold (sledding for instance) and the air is really thin, and you take a deep breath in through your nose, it hurts. My nose hurts like that all the time.

My back hurts. It hurts no matter if I am sitting, standing, laying down. The only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm sitting on a yoga ball. Unfortunately, I can't take a yoga ball everywhere I go.

My stomach hurts. Webster has moved into a head down position (yeah!!) but his little behind is still pressing up into my sternum. Which is never comfortable. It hurts with a bra, without a bra, in a tank top with a shelf bra, in an overside t-shirt, no matter what I wear, it hurts. Some things are worse than others, such as my strapless bra, but it is pretty unrelenting. Also, there is a spot about the size of a dime just to the left of my belly button that hurts. No idea why, it just hurts.

I can't stop eating. I get full after like 6 bites, but I'm starving again in less than an hour. Because of this, I am gaining weight (duh! I'm pregnant! thats what supposed to happen). Recently, the weight gain has made me feel like a cow.

I feel like a fat cow. I have gotten to a point that I'm starting to gain water weight. I have tree trunk thighs, nothing I own will fit. Nothing. I am to a point where all of my clothes are either maternity or purchased in a larger size. My bum is almost deserving of its own zip code.

I constantly feel like I am DYING OF THIRST. I fill by 32 oz water bottle 5-6 times a day, and thats just the water. I cannot get enough.

Since Webster has migrated to head down, he is making himself comfortable. Which, if the pain is any indication, involves fluffing my cervix like a feather pillow. Ouch. Just ouch.

Lets talk about peeing. I am literally up every 2 hours on the dot at night. I look at it as practice for night feedings. But that doesn't make it anyless annoying. During the day its closer to every half hour or so. I have to make sure to pee right before I leave somewhere, and I need to go again as soon as I get where I'm going. And peeing at the doctor. Yesterday was the first time in I don't know how long that I managed to get all the pee into the little cup. I was very impressed!

I am starting to swell. My rings won't fit anymore, and I've been eyeing my ankles. I *think* they are starting to swell, but not drastically. But I miss my wedding ring the most.

Oh, and did I mention that my back hurts? Cause it does. Pin It