Vent-o-rama!

I am definitely not enjoying this pregnancy as much as the one with Miriam. It seems like I've missed the blissful second trimester altogether, with its high energy and comfort, and am still stuck with problems of the first trimester and prematurely suffering the problems of the third. Ahh, here comes a vent!

I still had a wave of nausea last week, and actually vomited a bit in the morning. It was on an empty stomach, so it's wasn't as violent as in the past, but toilet-hugging and retching is not pleasant either way. I've got no energy, especially now that I've been hit with a monster cold (how ironic that we lasted the entire winter without a single illness in this house, and now that spring weather is here, Josh got sick last week, and I'm sick this week...I just home Miriam is spared!). I'm getting up to pee constantly at night, and can't get comfortable even though my belly is definitely not big. I'm sleeping during the day, but an insomniac at night for a few hours. The darned pelvic pain is really ridiculous, and constant, and draining, and I feel like a 90-year-old frail ortho patient after hip surgery. UGH. Maybe once this cold is over, I'll have more energy? Either way, I can't do much with it since my family doctor has advised me to limit lifting, walking, and standing (modified duties at work...) to minimize the pelvic pain, so I can't even move boxes, lift Miriam, or go for long walks. Shopping is out (heavy bags, lots of walking), as is doing much around the house (basic chores and cooking and laundry are ok, but I was really excited to start packing and organizing stuff). It's sad and depressing, to be so limited.

At my last appointment, the midwife was surprised at how active the baby is. He/she kept kicking away the doppler when the midwife was listening to the heartbeat, and literally pushing her hand away. I said "this is NORMAL! This is how it plays, all day and all night long". No wonder I'm being awakened by this little beast all the time. And apparently, my rectus abdominus muscle is separating on the right side of my belly, so I should not be using my ab muscles too much, hahaha. The midwife said "you are going to be one of those women whose babies bruise them from the inside". Yep, good times!

It would be nice if it were the end of June already, and the baby was fully cooked, and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Thirteen weeks left at the earliest, so it's really not that bad, but time goes so slowly when one is miserable. Maybe the third trimester will be my best? I'm hoping!

On a happy note, here's a picture of Miriam in her princess clothes (which she even wears out in public).