- Sleep on my back/tummy.
I know I could still sleep on my back, but it isn't recommended (the weight of the uterus, placenta, fluid, and baby press down on a pretty major vein). So I choose not to. And forget about tummy sleeping, for obvious reasons. Because of that, I haven't had a good night's sleep in months. Sleeping on my side hurts my hips like crazy, but the benefits (at least to me) outweigh the downsides.
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| Doesn't that look SO comfy?? Source |
Our couch is nice and soft, but it's hell on my back. So I've been sitting on a couple of pillows on the floor with my back up against the front of the couch. I also usually curl my legs up when I'm on the couch, so it'll be nice to not have a baby in the way when I do that. Or at least it'll be nice to have the baby in my arms than in my belly.
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| Like this! Source |
- Bend over to pick something up with no problems
Whenever I drop something, it's either: spread my legs, brace myself, and slowly reach down to get it. Drop into a crouch and slowly get down to get it. Or, awkwardly bend down and by the time I get back up, I'm out of breath.
- Go up a set of stairs without waddling, getting out of breath halfway up, or having to stop and rest.
This is pretty self-explanatory. I haven't exercised since April (Two reasons: 1. Bad morning sickness in the first three months. 2. Hip pain in the months after).
- Go somewhere without needing to pee every 20 minutes.
We went out to Seoul today for a couple of hours, and I went to the bathroom at least 6 times. I didn't even drink anything the entire time we were out. The worst part was having to use a squatter one of those times. Squatting and pregnant don't really mix well.
- Eat anything I want.
I haven't had a ham sandwich in eight months. I love sandwiches! I've had to make do with tuna, but it's not the same. I want to have a deli meat sandwich. But because of the slight risk of listeria, I won't even touch the stuff. It'll probably be one of the first things I eat immediately after birth, actually. I want a California sushi roll. Can't have that, either. I do know I have to watch for chocolate, caffeine, and other stuff while breastfeeding, but I don't think it'll be as bad as not being able to enjoy a good sandwich with any kind of cheese on it (some cheeses are off-limits, too).
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| I'd probably punch your mom for one of these right about now . . . Source |
I do drink soda from time to time (very rarely). I have had some coffee (again, rarely). I want to be able to decide to have a cup of coffee and not think about it. Unfortunately, this is one of those things I have to wait until after I'm done breastfeeding to enjoy. Which is okay. At least I can have a cup or two before little guy gets here. Once he's here, caffeine is OUT.
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| Cute AND tasty! Source |
I don't mean in the sense of working out. I just mean I want to be able to run to catch a bus or a light. Especially when it's cold out. It sucks having JUST missed the light, having to wait for the next light, and it's cold and windy out. Same goes for the bus. Especially if I could have made it by running for it.
- Ride a bike.
I had a dream about riding my bike yesterday. Since we don't drive here in Korea, we end up walking a lot. There are places within walking distance, but a bike is the difference between a 20-minute walk or a five-minute ride.
- Have people think I'm just my usual stand-offish, serious self rather than think it's because of pregnancy emotions (which actually, is not because I'm being antisocial, I'm just a shy person and it takes me a while to warm up to people).
I haven't been the typical emotional crazy pregnant woman this entire time. So when someone assumes that I am more emotional than usual because of this pregnancy, it pisses me off. For example, I am a very strict teacher. I always have been. I haven't changed my teaching style. So when parents call to complain because their kids are scared or nervous around me (which isn't something new, and the kids are just upset because I expect them to do their homework and give them detention when they don't do it--rather than just smile and say it's okay like other teachers around here may do, or have no control over my classes, etc. . . this is a topic for another time), and tell my boss that they suspect it's because of my pregnancy emotions, it really bugs me. And I can't defend myself without sounding or seeming emotional, so it's a lose-lose for me.
- Have a conversation that doesn't revolve around my pregnancy.
It's not that I want people to ignore it, or that I don't want to talk about it. If anything, I LOVE talking about pregnancy and symptoms and this child of mine. BUT. That's what blogging is for. That's what my husband is for. That's what the rest of my family is for. That's what my friends are for. If we are out just hanging out and you are not pregnant and have not been pregnant, I don't want pregnancy to be the focus of the conversation. It makes me uncomfortable, and I'm sure you don't want to spend your time talking about it.
People, MY PREGNANCY DOES NOT DEFINE ME AS A PERSON. I am not my pregnancy. I appreciate you asking how I'm doing, how things are going, and little questions. But once that's over, lets talk about other stuff. I don't want to be nor am I "that girl" going on and on and on about pregnancy this and pregnancy that. This is one of the reasons I don't overload Facebook with pregnancy-related stuff. Again, that's what this blog can be used for. I do have interests and things I like to do. I am a regular person. Really! I am my own person with my own personality, and there are people who think or act like being pregnant is IT. "I am pregnant. Let's talk about ME and MY PREGNANCY. Blah, blah, blah . . ." That's not me. I don't want to bring down conversations talking about how much pain I'm in, or how sleep-deprived I am, or how unattractive I feel, or how uncomfortable things are for me. If you really want to know, then at least don't ask me when we are in a group situation. If you really want to know, read this blog!
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| I AM pregnancy! Pregnancy, pregnancy, pregnancy!! |
Again, drinking will have to wait a while, but I miss going out to clubs and bars and dancing and socializing. I get SO jealous when Steve goes out. The next morning, I have him tell me every single little thing that happened. I haven't been able to go out in Korea, because there are no smoking laws. You go to the bar or club, you'll come back smelling like an ashtray. I'd rather not expose my fetus to all that smoke, thankyouverymuch. I also miss dancing. I've tried dancing with the baby, but it feels SO awkwardly weird. So I've just been rocking back and forth to some music with him. Not the same.
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| I'll have one of each, please. Source |
Because of how many smokers there are here, there is always at least one person smoking out if front of a business. Right in the middle of the sidewalk. Where other people have to walk through your cloud of smoke, since you are taking up so much space. Or now, because it's winter and it's too cold to stand out in the sidewalk, you smoke in the doorway of the building. Which is also really nice and considerate for every single person trying to walk in and out of said building. Especially me and my unborn son. Really cool, guys.
I think that about covers it. I guess this kind of turned into a rant, huh? Ah well. I'm sure there is stuff that I left out, but these are the majors. Here's to my final month of pregnancy!
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