I'm moving a lot slower lately. It's not because I'm hurting. The aches and pains have finally subsided. Either that or they've become so omnipresent that they've just faded into the background. That happens. It's not exhaustion either. I'm actually achieving something close to 8 hours of sleep a night. My sleeping habits are close to what they were pre-pregnancy. It appears that I've reached a sort of equilibrium. And I think it's partly due to the fact that I've slowed down.
This started when I was tired and aching all the time. Which was at least partially due to a cold. I was so exhausted I managed to forget I was sick until I started feeling better. I hadn't realized that could happen. It left me shambling around the office like a zombie, taking twice as long to climb a flight of stairs or get to the metro. I was being forced into longer and more frequent breaks. And now that I'm feeling better, I'm continuing with that. It's helping me sustain my energy levels farther into the evening.
It's a little amazing how easy to has been to take a little extra time. I've been waking up earlier so my mornings aren't as stressful. I've been ambling around the office when I need to go to the bathroom or refill my water bottle (hourly occurrences at the moment). It's also amazing how little I care when someone I'm walking with starts to go faster or someone behind me starts grumbling. I'm moving at my own pace, and the rest of the world gets to deal with it, however they want.
I think this springs from the same part of my personality that enjoys a good blizzard. I'll take any excuse to slow down and look at the world around me. Right now pregnancy is providing me with that excuse. It's not forcing the world to come to a screeching halt like snow so often does. But it's helping a bit. Especially with how busy we've been lately and how busy we will be soon, it's been nice to move at my own pace for a while. I'm glad my body is forcing this on me.
I'm less glad about some of the other things that have been forced on me. My stomach is itching like crazy, apparently a side-effect of the skin being stretched out. If I spend too much of the day upright, I get a nice upper back pain, thanks to my newly weighty boobs. And I'm still getting up to pee every three hours at night.
On a bigger level, my vitals aren't exactly what they should be. My blood pressure is on the low side, which results in some dizziness and light-headedness, especially in the mornings. I haven't fainted yet, though. And the sugar content of my pee was high enough that the doctor decided to move my gestational diabetes test up three weeks. It doesn't seem like there's anything to be really worried about yet, but it's stuff to keep an eye on.
All in all I'm in a good place at the moment. I don't feel as big as I did a week ago. Probably because I've adjusted to this size and have yet to grow even bigger. My belly button switches between innie and outie a few times a day, which is fun. And the kid is moving around a ton. I'm still the only one who can feel it, though I don't know if that's just because he does most of his moving while I'm at work. When the doctor went to measure the heartbeat yesterday, he did kick the mic a few times. I'm definitely carrying Kevin's kid.
I don't how long these good feelings will last. I'm going to get bigger. Things are going to hurt more. I may have to be a lot more careful with my diet in the coming weeks. For now I'm trying to enjoy what feels like a bit of a reprieve. I hope it isn't the last one.
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