I have to rest throughout the day. Not necessarily takes nap, but physically rest – sit down and not move my body or my muscles for a bit. Now, I have to do it even more often than I already did. And the baby is bigger than ever, of course. So, when I sit to relax and rest at any point relatively close to a recent consumption of food, when the baby moves, it messes with my digestion to the point of big time nausea. The kind of nausea that makes me unsure as to whether the food actually will stay down. Well, a step below that. I wonder if it will stay down and determine that I’m pretty sure it will stay down, but it feels dreadful and acts like it would rather come up than stay down. But the nutrition of both the baby and its mother need the food to stay down. So, I just sit in misery while the baby does aerial-style flips and disturbs my digestion.
Ugh.
Perhaps I am getting into the stage where women get tired of being pregnant. I was truly starting to enjoy all the bumps from the baby and just the state of being pregnant, especially with the nausea having decreased to such a manageable level most of the time. My energy has been up because of that. The sciatic pain then started, but it only has been off and on, allowing me a true enjoyment of being pregnant, off and on as it is.
But, with this digestion stuff, I’m getting a bit tired of feeling dreadful. It’s been like borderline food poisoning feelings a good chunk of the time these past few days. And that sucks.
So, yeah… not fun right now.
I’m hoping for six weeks from today, Saturday. 11 January, please, this baby exits correctly and with ease, and my husband and I get to start the enjoyment and terror of the whirlwind that is caring for a newborn for the first time.
God, make me and the baby and my husband well, please, and keep us safe. Help us to accomplish all we need and hope to accomplish in these next six weeks. Grant us a clear path forward financially, guiding us with your hands. Help us to be our best selves each day, and to love one another more fully each day. Help us all to have a lovely time tomorrow at RenFest, and for our outfits to fit wonderfully and to look awesome. Thank you for our home and our bed and this life. Thank you for this baby. Make it whole and well and perfect, please. And, if it be your will, please, make it a girl. In your name, I pray. Amen.
P.S. Since writing this, I’be been lying in bed to go to sleep. The baby always moves at this point, and a good deal. I have not recently eaten and am not full or anything. However, the baby’s movements are making me feel sick to my stomach. In other words, they are making me feel nauseous lying here, and it has nothing to do with digesting food this time. So, I guess, it is really just that the baby is bigger now, so its movements make me feel sick period… wow… okay, then…
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