In the past when partaking ( I can never say race!!) in any kind of event like a 5km, 10km run or even a triathlon when I would get to the last 500m, or last 1km or anywhere where I can see the finish line, I completely cave. I would give up, in my head I’d be telling myself I’m done. I’ve never been someone who sees the finish line and starts sprinting for it. Read into that as you like. It’s a total head game and something that definitely needs to change.
I’m feeling the exact same with this pregnancy. I’ve 2/3 weeks to go (less if my negotiation skills can shine through when I meet the consultant next week 🙂 ) and I’ve just had enough. I’m cranky, teary, beyond lazy, the size of a house, miserable more often than happy and not feeling myself. Trust me, I know how incredibly lucky and blessed I am to have all I have, but some days that doesn’t matter. The last six months have been as hard emotionally as physically. The pelvic pain I’ve had has really limited what I can do, I can’t even go shopping at the moment!!!!! DISASTER.
I had to finish work earlier than planned as I couldn’t last the day, the drive and still pick up Missy in the evenings. So mid week at the moment is a lot of sleeping. And I love being able to take naps morning and afternoon. But it’s getting a bit boring and lonely. Pregnancy can be a lonely enough time as it is, I think people forget about that part, especially on your first pregnancy. When you are used to being able to swim or run or go anywhere at any time and you then have to start saying ‘No’ to dinners out after work, or early morning training sessions, or partying late at weddings because you are so tired you could sleep standing upright is really hard to accept. That’s all before any pelvic pain hits you!! Read more about dealing with pelvis pain in pregnancy.
Weekends are a bit repetitive in these final weeks. There are some bit and pieces to be bought for the house to transform one room into a guest room/study and to turn the old study into a cosy nest for Junior. It’s either a quick trip to a shop or somewhere that has all three important elements:
- car park spaces near the door 🙂
- tea/coffee & treats of some sorts
- a slide – a must for Missy, if she’s not shopping she wants to be running around and going down a slide countless times.
After our little adventure out and about we end up coming home and both Missy and I need a nice long nap. Conor says he doesn’t mind as this has become his ‘Me Time’ or a chance to get the never-ending boxes of Ikea furniture put together.
Missy, I feel, is losing out, she sees me taking plenty of naps and sitting around a lot instead of being able to play with her. Thankfully she is in an amazing creche and comes home most days wrecked from all the playing or planning of trips to farms or the next birthday party. She has one busy schedule!!!
But Missy and the world wont recognise me come the summer. I plan on bouncing off the walls with the excitement of being able to move again. Granted, there will be some sleep deprivation thrown in there, but we can totally deal with that.