Seventy-five Percent

I’m just about 75% done with this pregnancy thing.  As of tomorrow, I hit the 30-week mark.  It is getting harder now.  I am worn out a lot more.  My trip to Richmond last weekend only served to highlight that.  I had an awesome baby shower (pictures/details to come) and hit the streets of Shockoe Bottom for some fun (not so fun when you can’t drink though).  I stayed out until 3AM and boy am I feeling it!

I’m finally seeing some of those extra hormones in action.  I was straight up evil to The Mister the other day and I’m not usually like that.  I woke up to a pile of vomit on the floor (thanks Caramel the cat!).  Then I went into the hallway only to be confronted with a steaming pile of kitty crap on the floor (because The Mister isn’t cleaning the litterbox frequently enough).   The last straw was a damp red Kool-Aid stain on the floor of our sitting room.  I start screaming at a sleeping Mister at 6:15AM about the litterbox and spilling Kool-Aid all over the floor before stomping out the door for work.

So yeah, The Mister didn’t spill that Kool-Aid but Caramel the cat did.  Oops!  She does love to stalk our table for food crumbs and to knock over cups.  I had to pay a huge apology to The Mister an undeserved screaming fit.  That litterbox mess is still his fault though!

I’ve got to get my emotions under control or at least recognize that the extremes I’m feeling aren’t normal.  I burst into tears upon seeing my best childhood friend at my shower after like 3 years.  Then I nearly wailed all the way through the “My Sister’s Keeper” movie (while others sobbed and snuffled quietly).  I can’t take this.  I’m usually a really even-tempered person.

Add physical discomforts that I know will only get worse to the emotional rollercoaster and I am sooo ready to be done with this.  Sleeping is getting really uncomfortable but I can still make it through the night.  Rolling over (which I didn’t do before) is a chore though.  I feel like a huge heavy whale.  Can you imagine how it feels to not be able to roll over without a huge effort?  Yeah – it sucks!

At least my fingers are not swelling and I can still wear my wedding ring.  I wish I could say the same thing about my feet.  Can you say Stay Puff Marshmallow woman?

10 weeks to go.  I can make it until then – I think.