Alright, so, picture this: I’m nine months pregnant, right? It’s basically the home stretch, but let me tell you, it feels more like a marathon that never ends. So, I started this little project to document everything, mostly because I was bored out of my mind but also to keep track of how my body was changing.
First off, I woke up every day feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. Back pain? Oh yeah, it was like my spine was made of Play-Doh. And the pressure down there? Don’t even get me started. It felt like my baby was trying to escape through my pelvis. I literally waddled everywhere. I tried different sleeping positions, which was a joke. I ended up building a fortress of pillows around me, trying to get comfortable.
Daily Shenanigans
- Attempted to do some light exercise. Keyword: attempted. Mostly, I just moved from the couch to the fridge and back.
- Spent an ungodly amount of time researching baby stuff. Swear I could write a dissertation on stroller models at this point.
- Had conversations with my belly. Yes, I talked to my unborn child like we were old pals. No shame.
I also noticed my belly was sitting lower. Like, way lower. This made the side pains from earlier in the pregnancy go away, but hello, pubic pain! It was like trading one evil for another. Plus, I was tired. All. The. Time. I took naps, short ones, long ones, didn’t matter. I was always ready for another. I even tried warm baths and hot drinks before bed because someone said it helps. Did it? Sometimes. Mostly, I just lay there thinking about all the sleep I was going to miss once the baby arrived.
To keep myself sane, I started writing everything down. Every little ache, every weird craving, every time I felt like I was going to fall over because my center of gravity was so off. I jotted down tips on how to deal with the fatigue and the constant need to pee. Let’s be real, by month nine, you’re basically a walking bladder. I found that staying hydrated actually helped, which seems counterintuitive, but hey, whatever works.
So, that’s pretty much it. Nine months in, I was counting down the days, but also trying to enjoy the last bit of ‘me time’ before becoming a mom. It was a wild ride, full of discomfort and weirdness, but I managed to get through it. And I’ve got the notes to prove it!
