After 15 hours of extremely uncomfortable and sometimes painful back pain and pressure, The Muffin and I decided to take our complaints to the OB/GYN. We needed to leave the house anyway so that it could be shown and I knew that 12:45 would fall during the "slow" time at the doctor's office, so we decided to get everything checked out. Miss Muffinhead behaved the best that she could. Luckily, I was in to see midwife Rita within 5 minutes or so. Yes, a midwife and not the dreaded doctor!! Everything is fine, but things are progressing. Big Daddy is preparing for an early delivery even though I keep telling him that things could go fast, slow or stand still from here on out. As if my nearly constant discomfort isn't reason enough to want Baby Ellie here, I think we just want to see her chubby cheeks in person. And her big, squished up nose. And those feet. That tummy. All of her.
I want to enjoy what (right now) I can confidently say is my last pregnancy, but it's so hard. Caring for The Muffin 24/7 is wearing me out. I really don't feel like playing, but I force myself to. After about 5:00 in the evening, I'm useless. When we go on our evening walks it's all I can do not to throw myself down in the middle of our street. I don't even feel like taking a shower at the end of the day. Sweet Muffin tells me that she wants me to feel better. She wipes my tears when I cry. She gets me pillows without me having to ask. She takes care of me, just like I take care of her.
I cannot wait until my massage therapist comes back home on Friday. Until then , pray that I'm able to play when The Muffin wakes up from her nap, that we successfully build the little butterfly mobile for Baby Ellie's room and that the lady who loved our house today makes an offer.
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