I believe I got to the part where I was motoring around in a wheelchair. Remember how I complained that people couldn't tell I was pregnant? Well that took care of itself. I got HUGE. By month 7, I'm not even sure I could have walked much anyway.
The real fun came in month 8. People love giving pregnant women advice. Especially for your first child. Over, and over again, they would smile at me and say "Better sleep now sweetheart, because once they're born it's all over". I know they meant well. However, please hear me when I say that is an incredibly stupid thing to say to a pregnant woman. Women who are 8 months pregnant aren't getting any sleep. Well, I sure as heck wasn't. My back hurt, there were no comfortable positions left, my sadistic little unborn angels got active around midnight...not to mention the late night "Holy crap I'm about to be a mother: what if I screw them up?" angst.
At 8 months, I was falling asleep around 3 am, waking up around 6 am. I watched a lot of reruns of the Gilmore Girls at 2 in the morning (way to be CMT). I played a lot of Spider Solitaire.
Oh, and I also developed some pregnancy related condition called cholestasis, where your liver can't process all of the toxins in your system so it starts dumping them into your bloodstream. What that translates to is EXTREME itchiness. But it's coming from inside you, from your blood. Scratching doesn't help. Lotions don't help. Ice doesn't help. It's like a horror movie "It's coming from inside you". It especially makes your feet super itchy. But you know what? I COULDN'T REACH MY FEET.
The long and short of it was, every time someone smiled at me and said "Better sleep now, while you still can!" I wanted to scratch their eyes out. But I couldn't reach their eyes from my wheelchair. Lucky for them...
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