No morning sickness, no horrible back pain, not even really all that much discomfort toward the end. I'm tall, so that helps. I remember going in to see Dr. Brody when I was about 38 weeks pregnant with Benjamin. He asked me how I was feeling, and I told him I felt great! That if I stayed exactly how I was, I could easily go another month.
Sure, I get tired. I get heartburn. I have the dreaded vericose veins. My skin itches so badly sometimes I think I'm going to draw blood when I scratch it. Toward the end I have trouble tying my shoes, going up the stairs quickly, and being on my feet for long periods of time.
But overall, my last two pregnancies were fairly easy. I was able to pretty much do my normal stuff until toward the end, when I had to kind of take it easy a little bit.
So when we planned a trip for Matthew, Andrew, and I to go to Disney World for a week at the beginning of January, when I'll be six months pregnant, I thought it would be completely fine.
We'll most likely take it easy anyway since you can only do so much with a not-quite-four-year-old. And since we'll be there for a week, we won't have to zoom through the parks.
Things were going great with this pregnancy, and I was feeling fine. I got through the "I'm-so-tired-I-really-and-truly-might-fall-asleep-driving" first trimester and got some energy back for a couple of months.
Then I hit 20 weeks. Only halfway there.
And suddenly my body thinks that it is either 40 weeks along or 40 years older. I can't decide.
Either way, I am exhausted.
My feet hurt when I stand for a while. I get winded walking down the (flat and short) driveway to get the mail. When I squat down on the ground to get something from the bottom shelf at the grocery store, I almost need help standing back up.
I think a lot of the reason for this is that I need to take it easy. I keep thinking that I can go up our 16 stairs at the same pace that I did pre-pregnancy. I have always been a fast walker, and now, when I walk up my mom's back hill at the same pace as before, I have to stop and catch my breath before I go into the house.
And so now I am terrified that I am going to spend the entire week at Disney on a bench or in the hotel room.
All of which are really bad options for a first-time visitor to experience the most magical place on earth.
Or whatever it's called.
We are going b/c Matthew is running the Disney 5K and the Disney Marathon. Andrew has never been. I have never been. Benjamin is really too young (mentally) to enjoy it, so we are leaving him back at home with
I thought the worst part was going to be missing out on all the rollercoasters and fast rides that I can't ride b/c I'm pregnant. I'm a bit of a ride junkie--even more so than Matthew.
But I'm beginning to think that the worst part is going to be the fact that I will be too physically exhausted to enjoy it.
Matthew thinks that if I start exercising regularly (walking around the neighborhood) now, that by the time we go (in seven weeks), I will be more prepared. And while in theory this might work, I really think you just can't fight the natural downhill slope of pregnancy.
I only hope Mickey will understand when I have to hug him from my seat because my legs are too tired to allow me to stand. Heck, with me seated, we'll probably be the same height anyway.