Holy Crap that Hurts!

This past Monday was a day full of me running errands and getting stuff accomplished. It was actually a wonderful day. I also was able to get back in the pool and really get a workout.

Fast forward 5 hours later and I have the world's most sore crotch. Or should I say pubic bone. I think it was a combination of too much breast stroke and the effects of relaxin on my symphisis pubis.



Thank goodness some rest and a bag of frozen peas provided relief the next morning. I apologize if this was too much information.

Over Analyze This

For those of you who know (and love) me in real life, you know that I'm a thinker. I sit and I think and think and think and over analyze and blow things up in my head. Well, my sleep situation is no exception.

Again, for those who know me (and may be jealous of me, ahem, MOM), you know that I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere at the drop of a hat. Even with my wonky rotating schedule this hasn't really ever fazed me. But ever since I've been with child, my sleep has been all jacked up. Well, I had a honeymoon period during the second trimester which abruptly ended this past weekend with a lot of tossing and turning and sleeping for only a couple of hours at a time.

The lack of sleep isn't even really THAT bad. What I can't help is the shitty headaches that appeared yesterday. Again, those that know me, know that I don't exactly make the best invalid. I usually am very bratty and spend most of my energy complaining instead of trying to get better. Apologies to my mom and The Bear who have to put up with me the most.

ANYWAYS, the whole point of this post is to try and cut my little nugget some slack. I'm not entirely sure that he/she is the root of this entire problem. Here is my proof. I finally slept yesterday evening before work and I woke up feeling pretty spiffy. I made it through my night shift as happy as a clam (even with all of the poop exposure) and now I'm STILL UP and I'm being a PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY.

Or perhaps I'm just having a manic episode. Either way, it's probably time for bed. Hopefully it's a good nights/days sleep.

World's Worst Blogger

Is me. I've just been so busy. Blah blah blah, same excuses.

Anywho, I'm 30 weeks today! I never thought I would make it this far. Our little nugget is not so little anymore. My stomach is very rotund and it moves independent from my body a la Alien. It makes me grin no less than 100 times per day.

The Bear and I have been taking many baby related classes. It's been interesting. The last one was devoted solely to breast feeding, which I have to admit, I will be crushed if I cannot do this well. I actually have dreams about successfully breastfeeding my child. The benefits! The bonding! The SAVINGS!

Other than that, the nesting urge has totally kicked in. Many things have been purchased online, so hopefully we will really start to set up shop soon.

Sleep seems to no longer be on the agenda anymore. I've been up since about 4 AM. At 5, I started nudging The Bear and trying to converse with him. This was not welcome. So now I'm sitting in the basement ready to start on some Thank You notes from sweet gifts that we've started to receive. I will start to post some pics of the nursery when it actually starts looking less like a landfill.