I intended to write about daycare today. The plan was to start researching post-maternity-leave options over the weekend. But I took one look at this overwhelming website — which lists hundreds of childcare providers throughout the state — and wanted to collapse in a heap on the floor.
Instead, I went cross-country skiing.
Every week on this blog, I fight the urge to simply catalog my latest pregnancy woes. But today, in the name of presenting an accurate portrait of pregnancy — and despite the cheery skiing photo — I’m giving in to temptation.
I feel like a zombie. Last night was an insomnia horror show. I watched the minutes tick by while I flopped from side to side, arranging and rearranging my assortment of between-the-legs and under-the-belly pillows. The air in my apartment was so dry it felt like I was inhaling broken glass.
Staying awake all night makes me hungry, and hunger makes me nauseated. So I ransacked the fridge for suitable snacks. Nothing satisfied me; it just gave me heartburn. So I sucked down some Tums and went back to bed. Finally, around 6 a.m. I nodded off into a hyper-vivid pregnancy dream in which I cowered in a corner as a guest at my wedding threw a punch at my giant belly.
I awoke an hour later with a full-blown head cold.
I know, I know: All this is preparing me for the exhaustion of raising a child. But that doesn’t make it any easier. This baby-making business is no joke.
Megan James is the managing editor of Kids VT. She’ll be blogging about her pregnancy until the baby arrives — hopefully in early May.
This article was originally published in Seven Days’ monthly parenting magazine, Kids VT.
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