Well, we've all survived Christmas. That's about all I have to say about that.
I am very happy to be back home. I actually slept last night, which I
haven't really done since I left for Hometown. It was wonderful.
I don't have another doctors appointment until January 7, but I may end
up going in before then. My back is catching with every move I make. It
may be time to visit an orthopedic to see if they can do anything. I
have 12 more weeks of having Boogie on board, and I need to be able to
move without crying every time I move a muscle. Last night was brutal.
It took Bob and I around 15 minutes to get me out of our bed. Tears were
involved. It was rough. And then it took almost as long for me to lie
back down. Horrendous.
I'm also having some issues with my stomach again. During Christmas,
every time I ate any food or drank anything, I barfed. This isn't
morning sickness; it's my gastroparesis flaring up. It's been
interesting. Puking when your ribs and back hurt with every move is
nearly unbearable.
I am so happy when I feel Boogie kick. However, that's about the only
damn thing I enjoy about this pregnancy. It's been a long 7 months, and
while I want him to stay in there and cook a little longer, I'm ready
for him to be here for selfish reasons. I'm in pain and misery every
day. But like I said, feeling him kick makes it worth it. And I know
it'll be worth it when he gets here. I'm just ready to feel better!
