Well…there went my dignity……Long post and probably TMI

I have now officially lost my dignity , literally overnight.

Yesterday Julia came over and painted the nursery for me, which I was really grateful for. It is finally all painted and pretty, we just have to decorate it now! I will post pics soon.

My husband, the wonderful man that he is,knew i was pretty beat from doing that yesterday (even though I really wasn’t able to do anything but sit and and keep her company) and decided to take me out for dinner to get these nachos that I have been craving for like MONTHS!

We get to the Brew Kettle and I devoured my nachos until I was about to bust. they tasted soooooooo good. As i was getting up I felt like I really had to pee, the trouble was I didn’t want to walk down the super long corridor to the bathroom, in my waddling hardly walking state, but I had to go as bad I really didn’t have a choice, so off I went limping past the bar, where I used to be dressed up in my tight jeans and low cut tops, loving how guys would look at me and think “wow, her husband is one lucky man” now those stares turned into “oh my good lord that poor woman” and “what the hell is wrong with her?” as I walked by them with my two pirate peg legs, a shuffling. I made it to the bathroom and some woman stares at me as I enter, and I feel like saying “whats the mater? never seen a pregnant woman before?” i struggle for about 3 minutes to lower myself onto the toilet, And here is the sucky part, for some reason ( and it is ok to laugh here because I do) it is such a struggle for me to sit down, that when my butt finally reaches the seat, I pass gas, without even trying! Which means, that lady in the bathroom probably heard me do this, and I really didn’t care by that point, I was just glad that I MADE it to the bathroom lol.

I walked back to the table and the hubby and I laughed about how pathetic I really look, we then needed to go to The Home Depot, to pickup stuff for the baby’s room. Bill wanted me to ride a wheel chair because my legs were so bad, I refused, i said that a cart would be just fine. But halfway through the paint section my legs just gave out on me and I nearly collapsed. Bill caught my hips and almost in tears I go sucked it up and go “get the damn wheelchair please” and he pushed me around the store as we picked up what we needed. it was nice, but kind of embarrassing at the same time. Him and i cracked jokes about it and he made me laugh like good husbands do.
We got home and I was barley able to make it to the floor to do my physical therapy exercises, so when I was done he laid on the floor with me (because I couldn’t get up) and we watched a show on summer time treats and how they were made.

I eventually go into the shower, put on my nighty and got on the couch.

Here is where it gets ugly, and shameless. We went to bed around 10pm, I woke up at 12 to pee, got back into bed, and then around 3 i woke up because I had a nightmare that I saw blood. when i woke I felt funny, something…..wet……..”oh shit” I though, the pillow I had between my legs was soaked and so where the sheets. i panicked and raced to the bathroom as fast as my little broken legs would take me, ‘DID my water break?” I panicked, I remembered from our labor class, think of the word Taco. Time the water broke in your pregnancy (in this case 33 weeks) Actuality of amniotic fluid (the chances were pretty slim that it was) Color 9 it was clear not pink) and Odor ( thankfully it didn’t have that amniotic fluid smell, but it didn’t smell like pee either) I began to calm down a bit. I walked into the bedroom and woke up Bill, he was very understanding, I was very embarrassed. He helped me throw the sheets in the wash and we camped out on the couches for the rest of the night. I took two Tylenol and fell back asleep until 9 am. I haven’t “peed the bed” since I was 9, and I still cannot believe I did that!!!!!! I lost every ounce of dignity i had left last night, but I guess that how it goes.

on the way home from breakfast this morning, i had Bil stop at the drug store and I got those old lady “pee your pants pads” because I am afraid I will do it again! i really didn’t care, I bought those and a Gopher Picker upper thing, so that I could get my pants on when my leg wont move enough for me to do so the normal way. I swear when I saw that thing in the store today, it was like Christmas, I love it, I have been going around all morning picking up tings with it and freaking the dog out by reaching out and tapping him on the back with it lol.

My legs seem to get worse every day, and I cant even imagine what will happen when this kids drops.But I have therapy tomm, which I am not looking forward to, and my Baby Shower on Sunday, which I hope to make it to!After that, this kid can some anytime that he wants, and hopefully its sooner rather than later, because really I have nothing else to lose.
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6 thoughts on “Well…there went my dignity……Long post and probably TMI”

  1. This post did make me have few giggles and dreading what might be ahead of me in my pregnancy. Your husband sounds so supportive. I have to go pee all the time and it's just few drops. I've been so tempted to leave it for little bit longer during the night but then I feel I'm gonna pee the bed. Doesn't it make you just feel SOOO sexy and glamrous being pregnant?

  2. OH SNAP!! GIRL I HAD TO WEAR KOTEX EVERYDAY AFTER MY 2ND TRIMESTER! LOL! MY SISTER HAS HER SURGERY TOMORROW, IAM LEAVING TONIGHT FOR HER HOUSE SHE HAS HER SURGERY AT 10AM. KEEP HER IN YOUR PRAYERS. I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH! I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY I CANT EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK. I PROMISE IAM GONNA COME TO HELP YOU OUT SOMETIME AFTER THE BABY IS BORN. CALL ME WHEN YOU CAN! HANG IN THERE YOUR ALMOST THERE! OXOXOXOXOXO~

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