So… I’m starting to feel grosser and grosser with each passing day which, I guess is good because I need a certain level of discomfort to motivate me for labour and delivery; if I feel amazing all the time then I’ll go into D-day with the brakes on and that’s not a good thing.
Without being too much of a whiner, I’ll simply say that the biggest issue I have right now is the indigestion. Throwing an “in” before a verb implies that the verb is just not happening and in that case, it’s the truth because I get up, eat breakfast, and then my god forsaken oatmeal and smoothie SITS IN MY THROAT ALL DAY LONG and each time I bend over to pick up a toy, I regurgitate my food right back up into my mouth. It takes oh, about six hours for my breakfast to make its way down into my stomach and about six seconds for it to come right back up into my chest again. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. KILL ME NOW.
Obviously forget what I said about being too much of a whiner.
Like, okay. It’s 2:30pm right now. I ate my last bite of food at 9:30 this morning, and I’m still burping it. I can feel chunks in my chest. I’ve been drinking all day long (water, not booze–in my dreams) so maybe that’s the culprit but I don’t really have a choice there. All I can think about it sticking my finger down my throat and puke-spraying breakfast chunks so I can sit down and have a proper meal. Oh, but I’m not hungry and have zero appetite. It’s date night tonight which means I’m going to be a real treat to be with. You can see how this particular sitch would bring down the pregnant sex a notch or two.
Anyway. I’m down 1 lb this week (no kidding) so I weigh 140lb now. It’s pretty normal to lose weight near the end of pregnancy. Indigestion, nausea, unable to eat much at one time, plus the heat of summer also makes it hard to work up an appetite. I wish I could just take a food pill or get hooked up to an IV until I have the baby. Seriously.
Running makes me feel the most normal. I ran 60 miles last week, and if you’d like to check out the details, here is the link to my Mileage Monday.
Okay, you’re turn! Whine about something. Lemme hear it.