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My Life Thus Far
2008-03-20 17:12:58 (UTC)

Astonishing

I'm 29 weeks pregnant today. Already I can't breath. This
does not bode well for the rest of my pregnancy. Not at
all. My handy-dandy tape measure says I'm measuring at
33.5 cm, which isn't good. That's about 4.5 cm more than I
should be. I was 3 cm too big a couple weeks ago at my
last check-up, now I'm 4.5 cm too big! So, I'm only
getting bigger. My uterus measures like I'm 33 weeks, and
I feel like I'm 33 weeks, but I'm unfortunately not. If I
were, then I'd be that much closer to getting this child
out of my body. I'm really starting to hope it's just a
big baby and not another sick baby. I don't want to have
to go through that again. Especially without Jason.
Although, I will have Helena who will be glad to take over
the helm and leave me with nothing to do but nurse :)

I didn't write last night, because I wanted to spend time
with Snookums. I have all day to write, but limited time
with him these days. I made him steak for dinner, with
sauteed mushrooms and onions, biscuits and gravy. He seems
to appreciate my cooking more now that he's forced to eat
ship food twice a day (they won't let them leave the ship
to go to McDonald's or Subway for lunch like they used to.
Such a shame). Then he tried to make me feel better. Hot
tea, Tylenol PM. It helped a little at first. I fell
asleep easily, but by 1am, it was back to tossing and
turning, waking up every 20 minutes, not being able to
find a good position. It's so frustrating. Not to mention
the soreness. I try to keep moving all day, thinking it
will tire me out for bed, but it doesn't help, it just
makes me sore the next morning. Getting up to go to the
bathroom is excruciating. God, I'll be glad when this is
over!

The past couple days my shortness of breath has been
astonishing. I literally have to stop what I'm doing to
catch my breath. I feel like I'm on the verge of an asthma
attack all the time. I haven't had an asthma attack since
high school, so I don't understand this. My lungs can't be
that squished yet! Maybe they are, there has to be a good
reason for the shortness of breath. When I told Jason
about it last night, he looked worried. I think he wants
to protect me more than he's able to and it worries him.
He hovered around me constantly when I was pregnant with
Kiki. He can't do that now. The Navy calls.

I have to cut this short. Kiki's at therapy right now and
I need to go pick her up. I'm not sure what I'll do with
the rest of my day, but I work this evening, so I know
I'll be doing that much. Ciao!




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