Notes From the Complaint Department

Now that delivery is less than 5 weeks away, it's once again time for a complaint. Well not A complaint, as in one...I have lots of complaining to do.

First of all, we're having nastier weather than Ohio has seen in decades. Not only is the heat through the roof, but so is the humidity. I break a sweat just getting my mail...and my mail box is just a half an arms length from my front door. I hate to leave my house at all. I was warned that summer pregnancy can get unbearable, but I had no idea what to expect. And humidity is so much worse than dry heat. There's no escaping it. It follows you under the shade and into the house and everywhere. I'm hoping all my extra swelling is a direct result of this awful weather and not extra weight gain. I'm cottage cheese from chipmunk cheeks to my elephant ankles. It's seriously the grossest thing I've ever seen...reason number two for not wanting to leave the house. I hope that after the baby is born and cooler weather starts setting in, I see some drastic changes. If I find out all this fat is regular, everyday fat, I'll have to take drastic measures. Too bad I don't have another gall bladder that needs to be removed. But thank goodness for living far away from friends and family. That gives me a little time to loose some weight before I have to face anyone. And, no one has to see me in this horrifying state.

And if only the heat and swelling were all of it. My Braxton Hicks contractions are really taking off. So much so that we're considering Braxton for our sons first name. Not that they are completely debilitating or anything compared to labor. It's just a lot of serious discomfort. Then there's the acid indigestion and the nausea and vomiting...since when does morning sickness start in the third trimester? And of course the aches and pains in parts of the body you never knew existed pre-pregnancy. I'm living off prescription medication these days to dry to get some of this under control.

I remember being pregnant with Parker and thinking how miserable and exhausting pregnancy was. I had no idea. Being pregnant while having no other kids, or even one other is a cake walk compared to keeping up with two small kids during my eighth month of pregnancy. We'll see if I ever make it past three kids. If pregnancy with two is this bad, how bad must pregnancy with three be? My house is a disaster. The laundry sits in baskets for days before it gets folded. I've resulted to using paper plates...which is stooping pretty low for a dish lover like me. I can clean the bathroom, but not the bottom of the tub because I just can't reach. A lot of cleaning is getting seriously neglected. Yet another reason to live away from family and friends during pregnancy...no one has to see quite how sloppy I live.

And if that weren't enough, I'm highly irritable and impatient this time around. Which explains my rants about pregnancy. All my complaining certainly is not making it any easier. I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. Somehow getting out of the house and doing something for myself tends to boost my spirits. Only an hour or so of staring at my fat face may not help this time. There are a lot of cute skinny girls there. Wish me luck.

The last few weeks of pregnancy can never go fast enough.