Last night set a record for number of times getting up to pee. Where did all that liquid come from? I almost expected my eyeballs to be limp and slack in their sockets by morning.
I’ve also started having numb hands at night. Tara had pain with her numb hands (if I remember rightly) and they stayed numb for a long time, so she had to wear braces and get steroid injections in her wrists with her last pregnancy (again, if memory serves). I don’t have any pain and the feeling comes back within minutes, and it’s at least better (and more interesting) than volcanic heartburn, so I’ll take numb hands any day of the week and twice on Mother’s Day.
I have a new goal to not go to bed until the dishes and laundry are caught up. The rest of the chores can be put off to the weekend, but I love waking up to a kitchen empty of dirties; it’s so much easier to start stuffing my face with pancakes that way. Tom thinks my new laundry plan (which includes having each family member take up and put away clean clothes right after scriptures each night and bringing down all dirty clothes after their bath) is inefficient because it involves daily trips with the hamper and daily processing of two batches of laundry instead of a marathon of washing and drying on Saturday followed by a marathon of folding on Sunday night.
I pointed out that at various times in the past few years he has agreed to help out more around the house by doing either the laundry or the dishes. This translates into him getting his hands wet approximately twice a month (usually right after I have an emotional breakdown, which is certainly effective, but also quite exhausting). So I don’t think he should be criticizing any method that involves me doing the work.
And finally (I’m remembering why I don’t usually do random posts like this, since humorous tidbits aren’t my forte), Chrysanthemum went out of town, leaving me with no walking partner. I had such plans. To walk anyway, or to work in the yard, at least, which is good exercise because I need to move some dirt and filling the wheelbarrow halfway leaves me completely out of breath. But shockingly I have been glued to this chair for the past two days. And even more surprisingly, I feel terrible. Why is it so hard to do what we know we should in order to feel good?
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I’m pretty sure there is a record for number of trips to the bathroom by a pregnant lady. I say blow that record out of the water!
And laundry? Hate it. Period.
Laundry is from the Devil… that is why I do it on Sunday… I am trying to bring the spirit to it’s cold satanic soul.
I still pee like 4 times a night. Maybe I have restless bladder syndrome.
And why haven’t we Chick Fil A dated if you are stuck in a chair???
Dude. My numb hands and I will come right over to walk with you. I wish.
re: emotional breakdowns being effective but exhausting. uh. yeah. Way too much work.
I love laundry. Just wanted to say that. There are plenty of things I don’t like, but laundry isn’t one of them. But just I wait until I have twice as much laundry to do all at once (and then maybe I won’t do it all in one day like I do now)!
Jane Reply:
May 13th, 2010 at 2:47 pm
Regarding your first, disturbing sentence: That explains a lot about you, Ray.
With my last pregnancy I had a large varicose vein. Right up there between my legs. Hence my LAST pregnancy EVER. (Just trying to make you feel better about the numb hands). And my 3 year old might be pregnant. That would explain his recent need to pee every 10 seconds when we’re out shopping. And I will be your walking buddy. In about 2 weeks (but it will have to be my old neighborhood in Sandy).
I’ve been having numb hands at night too, and I’m not pregnant. Hmmmmm….I definitely don’t miss peeing 4-5 times a night when I’m pregnant. No matter how much or little I drink, I still have to pee just as much.
i am pretty sure i set the record for nightly pees while preggers with the last one and let me tell ya theres nothing like makind that journey 8 or 9 times down the crappy stairs in a travel trailer… there were only 3 steps and yet somehow at least 18 times that summer i managed to miss one or more steps while trying to go pee….
thankfully it is by far the last pregnancy and the babe shows no signs of being worse for the wear and he is now 17 mos old.
ask your dr about the numb hands, i cant remember what mine told me but it totally alleviated them the rest of the preg.
steff