I've become a virtual punching bag, from the inside. I swear my little booger is kicking my bladder and my ribs simultaneously. How he's managing it, I don't know. He has excellent timing.
I don't remember what feeling "normal" is like anymore. Granted, with my many health issues, I don't feel "normal" but really my own version of it. "As good as it gets" type of thing. But I'll complain about that a lot less now that I know what it feels like to be pregnant. Like for example, stairs have never been my friend. I'm not in great shape in the best of times and I have bad knees and a bad back, so stairs generally hurt. But now? I would be willing to swear they are sneaking in extra stairs at work every night. I'm exhausted by the time I climb them. And that's first thing in the morning. And my comfy bed is suddenly not so comfy. No matter what I do, my back kills and forces me to roll over every hour or so. Not so conducive to a good nights sleep.
I don't want to complain too much, because I feel light years better than I did at the beginning of the pregnancy, and I know it's going to get much worse in the third. But really, I'm already getting tired of being pregnant. As much as the though of having a little being here that I'm totally responsible for freaks me out, I'm also excited as hell about it. I'm trying not to let myself think about if I can handle it or not. I will when I have to.
I start my little newborn class next week. I have a lot to learn in only four classes. Four classes are supposed to last me 18+ years? Thank goodness for Grandmas and Aunts.