I've been feeling really crappy these past two weeks. Symptoms include being very tired, having my strong heartburn return, hot flashes and nausea. Luckily - I haven't actually gotten sick as that is just terrible. I'm not sure if this is common, towards the end of pregnancy, to fee like this - but I do.
Today I have another doctor's appointment and I'm dreading having to sit there for an hour and half and then wait a half hour without any knickers on in his office. Why can't they just be on time?! No use complaining though, doesn't fix anything. Hopefully this'll be my last appointment before Evy's born.
This week, despite feeling crappy, has gone by pretty fast which is a nice change. Hopefully next week will go by just as quickly because I know that if Evy doesn't arrive next week the two weeks after will be sheer torture. Do you think anyone at my work would be offended if I just wore a sign around my neck that says, "Don't ask?" Working this long into my pregnancy has been both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it's keeping me busy and really I need that. A curse because I can't just hide out from everyone's constant questioning. I know that everyone means well, hell I'm sure to do the same thing in the future.
There's so many things I want to do differently when I get pregnant again. For one thing, I hope not to work. Having Evy to take care of will keep me busy enough and I know she wont be asking me every two minutes, "How much longer?" and "Are you supposed to put on that much weight?" Second, I hope to stay much more active for a longer period of time - having been active BEFORE pregnancy will also help. Third, I hope I don't get as sick - but that's not really something I have a lot of control over.
Anyhow, this is a depressing entry into my soon-ending pregnancy log - so I'm going to end it here.