He's getting bigger, the kicks are stronger and my tummy is getting rounder. But I'm in agony. Sciatica. Why didn't anyone warn me. Every time I walk I shake because of the pain, it is getting unbearable. It's a Sunday so I've slowly trying to do some chores about the house but everything is taking me hours to do and I just collapsed into tears when I eventually got to the top of the stairs. I feel so pathetic. Slow. Overweight. Invisible yet so visible as a no longer able bodied person. I'm always tired. I know this is what it's all about but today I am not in a good place. I am not having a good time of it. I'm just hoping time will go quickly. I just want to sleep. Will is trying to be as helpful as he can but I think he's getting annoyed that I'm not how I usually am, and being in constant pain is chipping away at my spirit. I get it, I'd likely grow tired of it too if it were the other way around. But I just feel helpless. And very sad. This is time we're meant to be enjoying just the two of us before baby arrives but I'm really not enjoying time at the moment.
This is no life.
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