Last night was a rough one. Sharp, stabbing pain in my side woke me
up, and every change in position only provided temporary reprieve.
Then I got up to get to work an hour and a half early per my boss's
request. I took my shower, and heard my stomach growl, gurgle, bubble,
and move, and concluded I likely had the worst possible case of gas
ever recorded in history.
So, once I figured that out, I went to brush my teeth, and got sick! I
think I ate too much at dinner. Never been too much of a grazer
really. I have felt bad all day and am now going home from work early
for the first tome in my pregnancy. Today, I have resigned myself to
rest. This never happens. Nugs, I hope you live a life where you
listen to your body better than I do. I hop you eat when you are
hungry, quit when you not hungry anymore, sleep when you are tired,
and balance those things with whatever you choose to give back to
society.
I had waited for today to blog about all th things I want for you out
of life, or the things I see as life's most critical lessons learned,
but I'm tired, remember? I love you and wouldn't change a second of
this experience. I simply think I am transitioning from digging my
heels in and saying tome is going too fast to LETS DO THIS!
Daddy and I went to a newborn care class, so I'm ready for your stump,
sponge baths, swaddling, diapering, care of circumcision (if
applicable), and even rectal thermometers.
Ever preparing and looking forward to seeing you...lanugo, vernix,
whatever you got for me. Love, Mom
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