So people weren’t lying when they said that the third trimester would be just like the first, but worse. Fortunately for me, the crazed emotional monster (who would go from sobbing to laughing to seething with anger to bimbo to emo) hasn’t made a big comeback. The moods have been swinging, alright, but just not on that wide a scale.
Also making a grand re-entry into daily life is the particular eating habits that first made its appearance in the initial months. There are days when I simply cannot find my appetite no matter how hard I search. And then the days when the number of foods on my craving list just grows with each passing minute. Such inconsistency that it shits me.
Speaking of shit, frequent toilet visits are back on the chart as well. This time round, we have the new-found problem of needing to balance on the bowl when I clean myself up down there. And solid waste that takes forever to come out due to the baby blocking the necessary passageways. Fortunately there’s no constipation or midnight wee-wee trips for me. I can still sit through a 2-hour movie without needing to run to the loo. So that’s at least some sort of relief.
Sleep has become quite a chore (despite feeling fatigued most of the day), with the “watermelon” making former comfortable positions not so comfortable anymore. Insomnia makes itself known from time to time, but once again I comfort myself with the fact that at least I need not report for work. So I just sleep as and when the Sandman decides to charm me into LalaLand.
And of course, there’s the swollen ankles caused by water retention. Nowadays I have to limit the amount of walking (aka shopping) that I can do at a stretch. Unless I want to have pig’s trotters for calves over the next few days.
On the whole, I think I’m still quite fortunate because I don’t get heartburn, constipation, frequent backaches and headaches. The only thing that truly gets on my nerves is just the constant overall discomfort that I feel from carrying the watermelon around. But I try to remind myself that there’s only 2 more months to go and it’ll be expelled from within me forever. And if Joshua decides to
come early, it’ll be less than 2 months! *focuses and keeps eyes straight on the finishing line*
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