We're now officially in the last week before my estimated due date: May 20. So far the baby and I have been locked in a battle - not of wills, but of comfort. I've spent most of the pregnancy saying, "Yeah, I'm really lucky. No morning sickness, no nausea, no heartburn, no swelling...." blah blah blah. The baby, could he or she talk, seems to have spent most of the pregnancy saying, "Yeah, it's cool here. I'm just going to chill out and grow for a while. I won't even trouble you with any bleeding or spotting or anything. I might poke you sometimes, but come on, you know you like it. I promise not to kick too hard." He or she hasn't troubled me much, I've tried to be good to the baby and I've been blessed with a great pregnancy. It's like we're both lazing around saying, "I could go a while longer, how about you?" "Yeah sure, I could go a little longer. How about you?"
Until last night. I could NOT sleep. Part of it might be my own fault - I took an hour-long nap in the afternoon. (But really, shouldn't I be able to take a nap now while I still can? And it was only an hour!) But I could not fall asleep last night. I couldn't get comfortable. I rolled this way and that way. And once I did fall asleep, I woke up least every two hours and had difficulty getting to sleep again because my ribs were sore or my hips were sore or I was rolling onto my back and my uterus would cut off circulation to my head. I think I even kept poor Maui awake with my tossing and turning.
So yeah -- I'm still not miserable yet. Baby can cook for a little while longer if he or she wants to. But I hope last night isn't a sign of the nights to come, at least not the nights before the baby even gets here.
This post was written while listening to...a marching band go by? Diever has some sort of marching band?!?