I’ll Huff and I’ll Puff and Then Pass Out

The combination of pregnancy and being simply unfit physically hit me hard this weekend. When I say unfit, I refer to the stamina to do the basics necessary in running a household. I thought that it was laziness up till now, but one shouldn’t find themselves light-headed and panting from a single trip down and then up a set of stairs and associate the problem with being lazy – of course one needs to kick in some BH contractions to complete that feeling of helplessness. OK, maybe I should’ve been less vegetative prior to getting pregnant, but at this point there’s not much I can do about that.

I am seeing only the tippy-top of the iceberg on how¬† rough this last trimester is going to be. My most favorite thing to do has now become a dreaded event: sleeping. It doesn’t matter what time I go to bed, I wake up without feeling rested. I’ve even started snoring! But the reason I don’t feel rejuvenated is the constant aching of my back and hips that keep me awake. Tylenol PM whispers to me almost every night.

Mr. DD and I worked on trying to clear the den/game room this weekend and moved XBoy’s gaming entertainment to the basement. While Mr. DD did all of the heavy moving, we both realized rather abruptly that I’m going to be nothing more than the foreman when he had to force me to sit down to literally catch my breath. Even worse, I went outside with XBoy to play catch and after walking up the stairs from the patio to the deck, I had to call down to him to let him know I wouldn’t be back down as I was on the verge of collapse. To see the disappointment on his face…well, that hurt emotionally more than any physical discomfort I’ve had.

That whole nesting thing that supposedly occurs in the final weeks of pregnancy? It looks like it’s going to prove to be more than problematic.