I am bored. Really, really bored. I am also annoyed by how I am bored because I can’t seem to fix it.
I am sore from my belly button to the tops of my thighs, my feet kill me, my heels especially (and I spend the majority of my day limping around).
I am slow – ridiculously slow, though I feel like I am going as fast as I possibly can.
Going to a movie and sitting in those chairs for hours at a time sounds like absolute torture, so I don’t go. Going out to eat for a date night dinner and being trapped in a booth or a chair is exhausting – to the point where I stop eating and just need to go home.
My big event for any day is dragging myself out for a walk. The last few weeks I have been able to walk to the train (20 min) and then maybe 2-3 evenings also go on a 40-60 min walk either before or after dinner. And then on the weekends there is much more on-my-feet action with target runs and laundry and another long walk 1-2 times. But this weekend was a little different. Saturday I was lethargic like I had the flu. Usually I know when I am sick if I am completely content being on the couch for long periods and for no particular reason. I am not very good at lounging. And of course, I’m not sick – just very pregnant, but Saturday my body was on shut down mode. I tried to do some things, but I couldn’t. I napped, I felt tired still. I ate my morning snack, I was still hungry. I was bored, but there was nothing at all that seemed appealing to do.
This boredom thing, it is also making me grumpy. I feel so hindered. I’m trying hard to not be, but the truth is I feel like I am pulling the titanic behind me everywhere I go. And that bitch is heavy. It has been difficult for me to come up with stuff to write about as well… which (in my mind) has been the situation for the last 9 months – but last week, and I’m thinking now this week, especially.
And I wanted to title this post “almost done” because that is what everyone keeps telling me… but I know that realistically I could (very realistically) see my due date come and go and then some. So even though I feel increasing discomfort, nothing spectacular has happened. It’s not March yet, none of the gross signs of impending labor have occurred, it’s just me and my big heavy, achingly sore body that I insist on continuing to lug around. And my insane boredom.