As I draw closer and closer to the end of my pregnancy, I am starting to really feel it. The discomfort, the lack of desire to get out of bed unless it entails going to the bathroom, and some days it just hurts to walk/move as my ligaments become looser and looser, preparing my body for birth.
It’s obvious as well that the babies are starting to run out of room as I can feel quite distinctly any movement they make. It’s no longer jabs or pokes, more like tumbles and waves across my stomach which at times feels like I’ve been sucker punched from the inside. I know that once they’re here, I will miss it, at least that’s what I’m told, but right now it’s impacting my motivation and desire to make progress on the goals I had set for myself this year and admittedly, it’s a bit disheartening.
I’m still committed to trying to accomplish as much as I can and I am relatively proud of the fact that I have stuck to my commitment of blogging every day, but it seems where I once was able to pop up with a topic to blog about hours prior to when I usually post, now I sit at my computer, stare at the cursor and have to shift through what is worth blogging about and what isn’t. In terms sticking to my commitment, you can imagine that this new turn of events makes it that much harder.
I suppose I should finally sit down and at least attempt to write out some blog ideas, rather than whimsically deciding, the day of, what I will talk about. I was doing fairly well earlier on but as I progress in my pregnancy and as sleep deprivation takes more of a toll, my whims are getting harder and harder to come by.
Here’s to hoping tomorrow is a better day and I’ll have some desire to make it out of bed to do something somewhat productive.
But to be honest?
I’m not holding my breath.