Aargh. I am so frustrated with this pregnancy situation. I weighed in at the doctor yesterday and I came in at 225.5. That means I’ve gained 35 pounds over the course of the pregnancy already, and I’ve still got 6 weeks left to get to 40 weeks. I know it’s my doing, because I really have been eating a lot — and not the right things, either. And now I’ve reached the point where I’m encouraged to relax and keep my feet up a lot (and if I don’t, my feet and ankles swell like crazy), and what’s my idleness activity? Eating, of course.
Stress from buying the house — or trying to buy the house — isn’t helping, either. But the fact is that I need better ways to deal with stress, and I am currently not doing very well at ocming up with alternatives.
We’re about to go to a picnic where we are likely to meet some new people and I’m just cringing, psychologically. I don’t want people I know seeing me like this, much less do I want to be making first impressions on people looking so bulky and awkward. I hardly have any clothes that fit, much less clothes in which I look good.
I really just wanted to go away somewhere with my husband and go for a bit of a walk in some beautiful scenery — goodness knows there are plenty of possible places here in NoCal. But I also feel like I should be trying to be more social because we hardly know anyone. Easy for my husband — HIS life and his body haven’t changed at all since we got married. Meanwhile, I’ve had 2 pregnancies.
Anyway, as is probably obvious, I really just needed to get all these thoughts and feelings off my chest (so I don’t eat!). As I type, I see my hands are already swelling up a bit. I haven’t been able to wear my wedding/engagement rings for weeks now. Have I mentioned I am miserably uncomfortable?
Ok, off to drink lots of water in hopes it helps.