WARNING: Some Whining Ensues

My brain is hurting for something to write about-- mostly because the rest of my body is hurting.

Ladies and Gentlemen:
Due to the ever-increasing pain that has taken over the lower portion of my child-bearing, aching body (everything from my belly-button down to my toenails) the creative-thinking cells of my mind have vanished into thin air.

And what am I left with you ask?

Only the brain cells that allow one to think in the here and now-- you know, the concrete things in life.

Do I really have to wake up now?

Are the tiny people fed?

Is the laundry started?

Did the prenatal vitamin and iron supplement make it to my mouth?

Did I eat my oatmeal and drink enough water?

Have the kids watched too much t.v. today?

What's for dinner? Do I need to start it now?

Do I really have to do the dishes now, or can I sit here for a minute longer?

Oh. My. God. My. Back. Is. Killing. ME!!!!!! Must get off my feet! Must find comfortable position in the sea of pillows on the couch.

Can I just get this kid out now?!!!!
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Please don't misunderstand me. I treasure every minute I am pregnant new life because it really is magical and miraculous- and I can definitely appreciate it on that level. I would not trade one kick, hiccup, back ache, shooting pain, or insomnia-filled night for anything in this world; I have, however, reached that wonderful point in very late pregnancy when the constant pull and twisting of loosened ligaments in the hips sends me yearning for the next four weeks to pass with lightening speed!!!

And this is how it always goes.

I can remember being this far along with Bug and feeling like the laziest, crappiest, most awful mother on this planet because I could hardly take care of my two other children. I moved when I had to-- to get a drink for a baby, to change a diaper, to kiss a boo-boo, or to carry a tiny, sleepy body to bed. In fact, this I-suck-at-being-mommy feeling was one of the leading reasons I asked to be induced a short few days before my actual due date. Well, I have once again reached that point.

That point when Ill under-go all needle-involved procedures and pitocin-induced contractions for 10-24 hours just to get rid of the almost unbearable stabbing, throbbing pain. The guilt of watching my children watch t.v. while I rest my feet is eating at me at it has been about a day. But this stage comes on fast and furious, and I submit kicking and screaming. I don't think I can feel like awful mommy for much longer. That is almost worse than the physical pain.

Needless to say--

I'M DONE!!!!!

Now that the damsel in distress is out of me, I'll try to stop thinking so concretely and get back into my writing groove. I'd at least post pictures, but I don't even have many to show because...
well, frankly it's because we haven't done much fun stuff lately due to the fact that I'm not part of the fun-mama club anymore. But as any mother knows, this too shall pass!

And before I know it, Little Gal will be here in my arms and I will have almost completely forgotten about the pain. Of course she's totally worth it!!!