Ya know what I miss?
I haven’t really slept since I was induced at the hospital on December 16. Yes, I remember the last day I felt rested. It’s all worth it, of course, but the exhaustion is kind of shocking.
I love Shan’s recent blog post about how she sleeps on the floor just so she can get some consecutive sleep. I’ll admit — if it worked for me, I’d do it too. The other night, Henry slept from 10 – 6. Straight. I freaked out, then I jumped for joy! Then he didn’t do that again last night. I got up, changed his diaper, fed him, and laid down. He was still fussy, so I placed him next to me in the bed. He passed out immediately. I am going try to not make that a habit.
Alright, I know that new mom’s are supposed to be tired. I’ll stop complaining about it (today).
Here’s something interesting: I got to leave my house yesterday sans baby! My mom lives very nearby and practically begs to babysit for me. She really wants to have him spend the night and when I remind her that he’s not sleeping through the night yet, she changes her tune for the moment. Anyway, she came over and watched the Mouse while I went to lunch with some friends of mine that I used to work with. When I came home, Henry was still asleep and she was baking cookies. She told me to go take a nap while she baked and watched Downton Abbey. I was so shocked that I got maybe about 10 minutes of actual sleep. It was still really great, not gonna lie.
Next week, I am getting my hair done thanks to my babysitter. I have not had it dyed since before I found out I was pregnant. The gray hairs are out of control and need to be covered with chemicals immediately. Hopefully it will help me feel like less of a frumpy housewife. My self esteem hasn’t been at its highest lately.
I need a major pick me up. I don’t know if it’s the beginnings of postpartum depression (I really hope not) or what, but I’m really hard on myself these days. I need to take a chill pill, or a real pill perhaps, and cut myself some slack. Any ideas from other mommies on how to do that?
Relax, mom. I’m fine.
I had the day off Friday. I slept almost the entire day. I got up around 5 and got ready for dinner with some friends. So that’s that.
Saturday, I woke up early and had a TON of energy! I had so much energy that I was worried it was a sign of impending labor. I’m at almost 36 weeks, and I want this kid to cook as long as he can (without going over, please). We checked off so much from our to-do list yesterday, including the big things like pre-registering at the hospital and getting Chris the flu shot. Next up, he’s gotta get the DTAP shot. That one’s a little more painful.
Piece of cake.
We also test drove some recliners at La-Z-Boy, checked out some new glasses for me (since contacts will be impractical for a while), and did a full grocery shopping trip. For me lately, this is crazy busy. By the time we got home, not only was I exhausted, but my feet and legs were killing me. I am very thankful for a husband that rubs my feet. VERY.
My fears about getting a burst of energy before labor may be wrong because today? More sleeping. Then a bath. Then dinner. Then lots of laundry (including all of Henry’s baby clothes). And now blogging and not doing other things I should/meant to do today. I’ll probably go to bed early. I’m exhausted again.
I’m still monitoring my blood sugar and everything is still normal. It’s actually kinda interesting seeing what does and doesn’t make my blood sugar levels spike. Like tortillas and veggie chicken patties make it go way up. Pizza and liquid creamer does nothing. After 5 days of doing this, I weighed myself and I’ve lost 3 pounds. Maybe I’ll keep it up even after the baby is born. It’s basically high protein and counting carbs and sugar. I haven’t even glanced at the calories or fat on things for a change, so it’s not so bad. But honestly, I’d kill someone for a bowl of cereal right now, so it’s not easy either.
No pie for Thanksgiving, but I was given the green light on cheesecake. Maybe I will make that an annual tradition from now on. I don’t need no pecan pie.
In an act of desperation, I dropped $70 on a pregnancy pillow called the Snoogle. Dumb name, but let’s hope it works. I am a tummy sleeper, and being pregnant isn’t conducive to that obviously. After a week of barely no sleep, I had to try something. The regular body pillow does nothing for me. My dog loves it though, so not a complete waste of money (ok, it totally was).
Wish me luck! I hear good things about this from previously-preg ladies, so I’m excited.
And if it sucks, I have the receipt handy.
I re-wrote the post that I tried to publish last night. After I wrote it, I realized I wasn’t quite ready to share yet. So, as one of my friends pointed out, maybe it was meant to be. Thanks WordPress for not working, I guess!