I have actually managed this week to plunge my head deeper into the sand than I thought possible and have actually even ignored the world of the webs – which is rather unusually for me because I often find comfort in my cyber connections.
But as the week has progressed I have even pulled away from that. So much of woe-is-me at the moment.
I could blame it on the UTI I know have that has caused me not to eat a proper meal in about 3 days – jelly beans and chips really don’t count as a proper meal as hard as I have tried to get them classified as such. And has left me in huge amounts of pain. Almost like a “since you aren’t going to push you still must experience the pain as if you were”. Got to love mother nature hey.
Or I could blame it on the fact I am on the last weeks of my pregnancy and we all know how much fun those weeks are.
Maybe it’s the weather. For most of you you hauled out your thick jackets and scarves – well yesterday, on the coldest day of the year so far I stripped down to a t-shirt and walked around like that. Pregnancy is like a in-built heater. It’s really quite special. So I actually can’t even blame the weather because in my world it’s still summer.
Aren’t you happy you opened this post now? So much of rainbows and unicorns and chocolate covered strawberries 🙂
I suspect though the main reason for my retreat is the pregnancy – possible if I was a bird I would be sitting on my nest now not moving, waiting for the babies to hatch. I feel like that. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to eat or wash another load of never ending washing, or worry about shop sales or beg a child to get dressed or cook a meal. I want to curl up with my current addiction (CSI Miami) and wait until 13 June when my Doctor may agree to remove baby.
But unfortunately lunches need to be packed, the kids need to get to school, washing needs to be done, the shop needs to sell and someone has to be there cheering everyone on.
So onward and upward readers.
(I will try and again catch up – if I don’t comment forgive me – I am reading though.)
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Ag sweetie, those last weeks of pregnancy is never easy. I will never forget those last two weeks on bedrest with the boys – sounds great to be on bedrest, but not with another little person that actually needs you. Good luck, try to take it somewhat slow.
((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))
Shame chick, I feel so sorry for you …… is the 13 June a definite show if he has not arrived??
Shame man. (((hugs))).xx