These last two weeks have definitely been the hardest.
Other than feeling big and awkward, I really couldn't complain,
but then there was this one day last week where I tried walking a little more
than usual... and bam. It felt like someone punched me in the baby maker.
I kept waiting for it to wear off but it wouldn't and the pelvic pressure
was enough to send me in to a "is this preterm labor" panic attack!
But it wasn't, and the pain didn't go away, it's still there, making it hard
to walk anywhere or do anything...
Needless to say I have a long few weeks in front of me.
I really don't even know how he's fitting anymore! Because of the
"pelvic pressure" I want to say he's riding real low
but then I can feel him up in my rib business too.
He's taking up any ounce of space I have in me.
It's a wonder I'm eating anything at all.
Sooo that's all the complaining I have to do....
Jake and I had a wonderful birthday weekend.
(other than the being in constant pain part)
And I'm so grateful for the friends and family
who reached out to wish me a happy 25th birthday!
Can't believe I've hit the mid twenty mark.
I embraced my last irresponsible birthday in
the most selfish ways possible, indulging in some donuts
and Downton Abbey in bed,
then later with some chocolate cake and Breaking Bad!
Things I'll surely miss later when I'm a mum.
I don't know many people who can say the government and
basically the world as we know it came to a screeching halt
on their birthday. Let's hope for a somewhat peaceful
resolution shall we?