I'm 30 weeks along. A singleton pregnancy is usually 40 weeks. For twins, the average is 37 weeks. Sammy came 2 weeks early. I have no idea when to expect these two little babies, but I'm starting to look forward to the end.
Just a few weeks ago, I was stressed out that it was all going too fast, and that I had so much more I needed to get done, and I wanted to just take some time to enjoy the pregnancy. Well, now I can finally relate to all those women who talk about how, by the end, they were just desperate to get it over with. I used to think they were wimps, or just couldn't appreciate the awesomeness of the experience. I knew they might have been more uncomfortable than I had been with Sam, but I still harbored that feeling that they must have some kind of bad attitude, or they would be able to ignore all of that and just enjoy the good parts.
Well, I'm one of them now. Well, not completely. I'm still enjoying aspects of the pregnancy, but I am in such pain and discomfort that it's hard to just get through a day. I am seriously grumpy. This insane heat wave is not helping. My air conditioner can't keep up and the bedroom is usually about 75 degrees by the time I go to sleep, despite the thermostat being set at 69. 75 degrees is simply too hot. In fact, it's unbearable. I slept a good part of the night on the sofa in the living room last night, because it was cooler there. If I get five hours of sleep in a night, I'm doing well.
And then there is the chaos of the bathroom remodeling. We're having the master bath done now, and the work is going well, but the chaos in the house is unbelievable. A lot of my energy is going into things like keeping the cat from slipping into the space between the joists and the ceiling below. I also have to coordinate all laundry and dishes and showering with the workers' schedules, which change hourly. We've had power to one circuit off for two days now which means, in the one bathroom that is not being worked on, we have no light. I'd just use it with the door open, except that there are strange men all over my house and I really need a bathroom where I can lock the door. I have to pee at least once an hour, and each time, I have to give serious consideration to where I might be able to go this time, and a lot of times it means going up and down stairs, which, in my condition, is another major challenge. (One time, I walked up two flights and had to lie down for five minutes before I recovered my breath.)
I can't take a nap. My bed is covered with a tarp all day. I certainly can't cook or even pick up all the crap that is all over the house. I just don't have any energy left for those things. Adam has been doing most of that stuff for me when he gets home in the evenings. But today and tomorrow he is working late. I'm seriously considering moving to a hotel with Sam for the next two nights.
So that's all the bad news. And I'm refraining from telling you all the gory details about my pregnancy symptoms. It's not fun.
But still, I'm fundamentally healthy, and so are Zoe and Leo. I did the dreaded glucose tolerance test yesterday. I had to go to the lab at 8am with no food or coffee, drink the horrible sweet drink, and sit there for three hours while they drew blood every hour, my blood sugar dropping so low that I had the shakes and felt like I was going to pass out by the end. It ended up being the best part of my week. It was freezing cold in the lab waiting room, and it was mostly quiet. I propped up my feet on a chair and slept the entire three hours, waking up only for the blood draws. It was heaven.
Yes, I think I'll do the hotel. But first I have to figure out how I can find Sam some clean underwear.