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Its 3:37am. I'm trying to sneak around the house so my insomnia won't wake my husband, who actually has to work tomorrow.
I woke up with heartburn and realized I forgot to take a zantac last night, but even after some tums I couldn't get back to sleep. No real reason, just ... couldn't sleep. I've been up every two hours all night, then went 1:30-2:30 and ... that's apparently it.
My belly has been awake tonight, but I'm not sure if the kid's a natural vampire or if its awake because I keep tossing and turning. I know it moves around a lot during the day because whenever I get freaked out that it hasn't moved obviously I do a count and there's lots of bumps and nudges. The big stretches and shifts are still coming around 7-10 o'clock at night though. I've definitely got to plan some tummy time around then.
This weekend we were hanging out with Nick who was up from Waterloo and playing games after dinner. I couldn't even lean forward to move my piece on the table, I was getting kicked so hard. After a while I snapped and started yelling at my belly that if it wanted more room that badly it could just be born already.
There was silence around the table as everyone stared at me, and then my husband put his hand on his head and said it was going to be a long week.
It is.
I'm trying to remember that 'this too shall pass' and I'm going to miss this close time with Me And My Belly. As the Meredith the Midwife said today (yesterday): they feel a lot safer when they're inside you, treasured and protected. Its when they come out that the worrying really sets in.
Gonna finish my hot chocolate and see if its time to head back to bed or start digging out fanfic. Kyle has to be up in an hour and a half and I can hear him tossing and turning without me. The puppy has turned around and gone to keep him company though, because she's the smart one tonight ;)
I woke up with heartburn and realized I forgot to take a zantac last night, but even after some tums I couldn't get back to sleep. No real reason, just ... couldn't sleep. I've been up every two hours all night, then went 1:30-2:30 and ... that's apparently it.
My belly has been awake tonight, but I'm not sure if the kid's a natural vampire or if its awake because I keep tossing and turning. I know it moves around a lot during the day because whenever I get freaked out that it hasn't moved obviously I do a count and there's lots of bumps and nudges. The big stretches and shifts are still coming around 7-10 o'clock at night though. I've definitely got to plan some tummy time around then.
This weekend we were hanging out with Nick who was up from Waterloo and playing games after dinner. I couldn't even lean forward to move my piece on the table, I was getting kicked so hard. After a while I snapped and started yelling at my belly that if it wanted more room that badly it could just be born already.
There was silence around the table as everyone stared at me, and then my husband put his hand on his head and said it was going to be a long week.
It is.
I'm trying to remember that 'this too shall pass' and I'm going to miss this close time with Me And My Belly. As the Meredith the Midwife said today (yesterday): they feel a lot safer when they're inside you, treasured and protected. Its when they come out that the worrying really sets in.
Gonna finish my hot chocolate and see if its time to head back to bed or start digging out fanfic. Kyle has to be up in an hour and a half and I can hear him tossing and turning without me. The puppy has turned around and gone to keep him company though, because she's the smart one tonight ;)