Well, it’s midnight, and I am wide awake. Can’t say I wasn’t askin’ for it, either – after all, when I woke up this (err…yesterday) morning feeling as if I’d been run over and with loads of back pain, I knew a nap would be in order. So I squared things away at work, went home at lunchtime, and laid down by around 1:30 pm, snoozing into what I assumed would be an hour or so nap. JUST an hour.
Almost four hours later, I woke up to find my entire afternoon dwindled down to nothing and my back pain completely gone. Magical, indeed, if not for the fact that I knew my usual bedtime would be awaiting me just 5 hours down the road. It was probably stupid that I even thought I’d be able to fall asleep at my normal time, but I did (doh) and naturally, here I am.
But honestly, I think I would’ve eventually konked out if not for the fact that I can’t get a full breath! Seriously, what the CRAP is that? The minute I lay down, Russ starts dancing around in there in his cute little way, but all the movement is concentrated low in my abdomen. Russ just isn’t a high-riding baby, never has been and I doubt he will be before the pregnancy is finished – he likes to hang out very low in my tummy. But if that’s the case, I just don’t get why I’m having such a hard time breathing. Sometimes it’s just in the midst of the day, sitting at my desk, when I realize that I haven’t taken a good, deep breath in what feels like hours. But then every few nights, I end up doing the same thing and it’s a HUGE pain in the butt. Usually I end up either chilling out and eventually falling asleep, or I end up (like I am right now) on the couch with the dog and the remote until I feel like I’m ready to go try this sleep thing again.
I know I shouldn’t complain and that there are a lot of women out there that would give just about anything in order to be dealing with the side effects of pregnancy. But it’s still not necessarily pleasant. All totally worth it, but not always 100% enjoyable. But I guess that’s how life goes, and you have to weather some kind of adversity to get to the wonderful stuff on the other side. If the least I have to deal with during this pregnancy is a little, ya know, difficulty getting a full breath…well, that’s not too bad.
Now I’m signing off to go raid the pantry for a bowl of cereal. Til next time, peace, love, and DEEP BREATHS!