On Monday, I quickly mentioned that Hubster was in the hospital. It kind of turned into a long, emotionally exhausting week. I wanted to share it with you all, since I didn’t post this morning like I normally do. Also, because I’ve been through the ringer this week emotionally and I survived – and I’m so proud to say that I have.
Help! I rarely had this issue pre-motherhood. Nevertheless, I have eye brightener and concealer in my makeup arsenal; but nothing is working on the massive circles I woke up with this morning!
What are your tips for covering up under-eye circles?
I’ve never been a patient person. Waiting for labor is driving me completely insane. I am now convinced (illogically, I admit) that Baby C is NEVER. COMING. OUT. Good thing I didn’t get my hopes up yesterday when they told me I was probably dilating and labor would come soon…I had my appointment today and there was absolutely no change. I’m still at 2.5cm. His head is as low as it can get, so it’s no surprise that I feel like I’m holding a bowling ball in between my legs.
After a few days of a cough, sore throat and sinus pain/pressure progressively getting worse, I trekked to Urgent Care today to see what was up. Turns out there’s an 80% chance it’s viral, but since I’m so close to labor and this is rendering me completely exhausted, the doctor prescribed an antibiotic to be safe. Now I have an antibiotic for a UTI and an antibiotic for whatever might be settling in my lungs. I can’t catch a break in the final few weeks of this pregnancy!
I really thought that today was the day. I woke up at 6am with severe back pain and contractions. They continued to come every 6 minutes for the next 8 hours. We went for a walk, I drank a lot of water, ate some food, rested…everything that they always tell you to do to make sure they’re not Braxton Hicks contractions. They were the real deal.
Maybe I shouldn’t feel bad anymore that I’m too tired now to do some of the prenatal workout DVDs that I purchased a few months ago. I discovered a new aerobic workout!
Laugh if you will, but every time I bend over to reach for something; pick something up off the floor; put on socks, shoes or pants; or, um, anything that requires bending, I end up breathing heavily. It’s a difficult workout. Perhaps you need to have a 5-pound+ baby in your uterus to reap these benefits. I’m not sure.