Irrational exuberance.
Feb. 2nd, 2009 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI feel strangely good.
God knows I shouldn't. Weird stressful crazy stuff is going on at work, and it blew up today, and there will be fallout. Stressful fallout.
Also, I am big as a house, a condition not normally associated with feeling good. Here's how I was feeling at this same point in my first pregnancy: more or less constantly tired and in pain, and unable to sit comfortably at a desk. In fact, this was the point in my first pregnancy at which I gave up working because I couldn't tolerate it anymore.
This time around, it's different. I sat my assistant down today and warned him that if I go past my due date I won't be willing to go to the clinic anymore. (Four blocks walking, each way.) He suggested that maybe I shouldn't be going to the clinic now. I told him that was silly.
My back doesn't hurt. My hips don't hurt. My belly only hurts occasionally and in the most negligible of ways. I am not cramping. I am sleeping moderately well. My very frequent Braxton-Hicks contractions are not painful. I don't feel like crawling into a cave and refusing to come out.
It's weird, you know? I'm 39 weeks pregnant! Shouldn't I, you know, be finding it unbearable? Shouldn't I be counting down the days and wondering whether I'm going to make it?
Since the Niblet flipped back into a head-down position, he's been descending. My belly has visibly moved down; even mere acquaintances have commented on it. Last night and today, I've felt a few pangs that felt like baby-settling-into-pelvis pains. But that's the first thing I've felt that carried any kind of suggestion - and it's definitely just a suggestion - of impending baby. Otherwise, I've felt just like I have for the rest of the third trimester: unwieldly and easily tired, but not unbearably so.
So this evening I've felt irrationally happy and energetic. I came home from work and decided to whip up a batch of cornbread to serve with dinner. I happily played two games of Hi Ho Cherry-O and two games of Go Fish with Alex, instead of trying to coax her into playing independently so I could rest. I've just felt... cheerful and talkative and energetic. For no reason. Just good.
I don't trust that these good feelings are going to last, or that I will continue to feel relatively comfortable up until the Niblet comes. But I'm certainly enjoying this while it's here.
God knows I shouldn't. Weird stressful crazy stuff is going on at work, and it blew up today, and there will be fallout. Stressful fallout.
Also, I am big as a house, a condition not normally associated with feeling good. Here's how I was feeling at this same point in my first pregnancy: more or less constantly tired and in pain, and unable to sit comfortably at a desk. In fact, this was the point in my first pregnancy at which I gave up working because I couldn't tolerate it anymore.
This time around, it's different. I sat my assistant down today and warned him that if I go past my due date I won't be willing to go to the clinic anymore. (Four blocks walking, each way.) He suggested that maybe I shouldn't be going to the clinic now. I told him that was silly.
My back doesn't hurt. My hips don't hurt. My belly only hurts occasionally and in the most negligible of ways. I am not cramping. I am sleeping moderately well. My very frequent Braxton-Hicks contractions are not painful. I don't feel like crawling into a cave and refusing to come out.
It's weird, you know? I'm 39 weeks pregnant! Shouldn't I, you know, be finding it unbearable? Shouldn't I be counting down the days and wondering whether I'm going to make it?
Since the Niblet flipped back into a head-down position, he's been descending. My belly has visibly moved down; even mere acquaintances have commented on it. Last night and today, I've felt a few pangs that felt like baby-settling-into-pelvis pains. But that's the first thing I've felt that carried any kind of suggestion - and it's definitely just a suggestion - of impending baby. Otherwise, I've felt just like I have for the rest of the third trimester: unwieldly and easily tired, but not unbearably so.
So this evening I've felt irrationally happy and energetic. I came home from work and decided to whip up a batch of cornbread to serve with dinner. I happily played two games of Hi Ho Cherry-O and two games of Go Fish with Alex, instead of trying to coax her into playing independently so I could rest. I've just felt... cheerful and talkative and energetic. For no reason. Just good.
I don't trust that these good feelings are going to last, or that I will continue to feel relatively comfortable up until the Niblet comes. But I'm certainly enjoying this while it's here.
