"Sighed Mayzie a lazy bird hatching an egg, 'I'm tired, and I'm bored, and there're kinks in my legs from sitting, just sitting here day after day.'"
I really, really, really HATE the eighth month of pregnancy. People ask me, "How are you doing?", and I answer, "Good", "Great" or "Just Fine." Then people say, "You are just amazing." That is absolutely not true!! Just ask my husband. But when people ask me, "How are you doing?" I am sure they do not want me to say:
I have really bad heart burn all of the time.
I have cramps in my legs that do not go away.
I have to wear a maxie pad at all times lest I sneeze, take too large a step, or just leak from standing up.
I cannot sleep very well because when I lie down my back and my hips hurt.
It is really hard to walk after I do get out of bed.
I can't roll over in bed without getting out of bed first.
Getting out of bed is quite the challenge.
I need about a 10 foot diameter to stand up from off the floor. (Of course my kids need me to sit on the floor with them.)
I have hemroids.
I am ALWAYS tired, but trying to get more rest hurts.
I am often thirsty or hungry but drinking makes me pee my pants and eating gives me heart burn.
If I don't eat and drink, I am dizzy and sick and that is worse than peeing my pants and having heart burn.
I am emotional and ridiculous things make me cry or angry. (My poor, poor husband.)
I am emotional and ridiculous things make me cry or angry. (My poor, poor husband.)
So over the next 31 or so days when people ask, "How are you doing?" I will continue to say, "good," "great," or "just fine, thank you very much." But really like Mayzie the lazy bird, I am thinking, "...If I can find some one to sit on my nest..."
