You guys, I try not to complain too much. I don't feel like I get to complain too much about a pregnancy that I wanted so so so much. But I am having a serious "I am OVER this pregnancy kind of day." I'm sooooo uncomfortable. My back hurts, my entire groin/pelvis area is super sore and achey, I can't walk right (but I have to, because I have to walk to help manage my gestational diabetes) and OH don't even get me started on having gestational diabetes! I just realized that I got diagnosed at 24 weeks, so I have basically been doing THAT whole thing for like 3 months now, and I was trying to watch it even before then because I knew it was likely that I was going to have it. I don't even care about the testing, even though that involves drawing blood. If testing was all I had to do to make it better, I would test 5 or 6 times a day and that would be fine with me. I'm just sooooo tired of having to be so vigilant about what I eat. Like really? I really can't just go and have some freaking french fries or some cake or a brownie or something? Some garlic bread? Lasagna?!? No?!? And then always with the walking. I walk like 50 or 60 minutes a day, I have to or else my blood sugars go too high. You guys, I am a freaking whale. WHALES DON'T WALK. But I walk, every single god forsaken day, I walk, so I can keep NOT eating french fries. Even though my spine is seriously going to snap under the enormous weight that is anchored to the front of my body, and my hips are all wonky, and everything "down there" feels like it's going to fall out, I keep walking. That girl is a walking fool! AND, I can't put on my socks like a normal person anymore. It involves sitting on the bed, putting on one sock, and then, like, getting completely up and turning my whole body to shift my weight to the other leg so I can put on my socks. It's March, in CO. I need socks.
Okay, I feel better now. Sometimes it just helps to get stuff off your chest. I can do this for 4 more weeks. I can do this. I can, can't I? Yes, I can. *Calming breaths*