It’s Sunday morning and I’ve woken up with that dreadful feeling in the back of my mind. Tomorrow is Monday – POST DAY – and I have nothing planned to offer you. Normally by Friday evening I’m settling in to the weekend knowing that the week ahead is going to be a breeze but not this weekend.
This weekend, I’ve worked all weekend (and I’m still not done) and I’ve just heard there is load-shedding tonight. We mustn’t be grumpy though must we? But I am a little grumpy today.
I’m hormonal and hardly getting any sleep. My tummy has grown too large to allow me a good night’s rest. I have one of those full body pillows but by the time I wake up in the morning I’m drowning in pillow. Last night I used a blanket folded into a wedge and propped my stomach up to ease the pressure on my back. Sleep on your side they tell you. Not your right side, your left side. I can’t remember the last night I slept through at all.
Being pregnant is taxing on your body. You’re growing and changing and stretching and complaining. I complain a lot. In fact, I would NOT want to be around me right now. I’m one of those grumpy women you read about. The ones who haven’t slept in months (seven to be exact but who’s counting) and are impossible to please. No this isn’t the cake I wanted – I wanted the OTHER one!!! Sigh
No pregnancy has not been a walk in the park for me. I miss sleeping. I miss being able to sit at my desk and get work done instead of thinking about the fact that I can’t get myself close enough to the desk or in any comfortable position. I can’t sit on the couch either anymore because it puts too much strain on my back and oh hell no don’t ask me to take a long car ride because I just need to pee every three seconds (right now you’re probably wondering how I got to my bladder issues? Yeah well keep up #PregnancyBrain).
I guess the point I’m trying to make – while making none at all – is that this week has been hard. So I offer you this. This little piece of self-pity. This little rant about the length of the week behind me and the tonne of work I’ve had to do this weekend.
The good news is, it’s Sunday. The end of this week and next week will have a whole host of trouble of its own but we can cross that bridge when we get there.
For now, I’m refusing to get out of bed and just focusing on how close a new week is when I can start over.
Ahhh the silver lining…
…maybe Monday isn’t so bad after all.