Something about passing the 30 week mark has made me feel like the countdown is really on. The babies are 3 pounds 10 oz each, and with every day I feel more and more confident that they will be ok. It's such a relief after so many weeks of worry that they might come too soon.
I feel like I am full-term and when I got to this point last time, I really was full term and within days delivered my son. This time it's not so simple. I still have up to 7 weeks left to go! I am grateful that the babies are safely inside, but man, this really does suck for me. Indigestion, aches, insomnia, fatigue - nothing totally crazy but a whole bunch of constant, annoying little ailments that make me feel like an old lady. I try to focus on the most important thing (healthy babies) but as things get harder and harder, it's hard not to feel a little bit sorry for myself.
I have reduced my hours at work and am now down to 3 days per week. It's going well, but even with the reduced work week I don't see myself going for too much longer. Every week it gets about 100% harder to do normal things like go to work. I am surprised and frustrated by how limited I am, but again, with my eye on the prize I don't want to take any chances.
Now, if only I can get the babies to flip so that I won't need a c-section.
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