No Fun Zone

We've officially entered the no-fun zone of pregnancy. (But, has it ever really been fun?) The heartburn has drastically increased, the discomfort in trying to sleep is taking it's toll on me and at the moment it feels like our little guy is on speed and I feel like a sick dog.

For the last week or so I've been fighting a nasty cold. And I mean nasty. The coughing is that kind that shakes the whole body and ends up hurting. The sinus congestion that never ends and the aching body that just won't go away. And a bonus to being pregnant is that our lovely doctors tell us that we can't take anything.

I know, I know - I can see my mom and dad shaking their heads and thinking "gee, we took cold medicine back when we were having babies and our kids turned out just fine!" Well times have changed, back then you didn't wear sunscreen and now you've seemed to come around to the notion that too much sun can cause cancer - so maybe you can realize that it's not that doctors are saying that you'll necessarily severely harm the baby, but that a drug free, medicine-free pregnancy helps to minimize such developmental problems and health problems that might have been more prevalent back in the day. It's not like I think a cold pill will cause my baby to look like the hunchback of Notre Dame, (but two cold pills a day for a week might not be the best option)  but I know that I'd rather feel a week or two of discomfort than increasing any risks to my baby. I know, I know....the older generation (yes, I said older) is rolling their eyes. Just think of what all the studies have shown us on nicotine, alcohol, post-partum depression, radiation for cancer, penicillin (oooh, that was a good one), vaccines for polio etc....- some times doctors get it right and you can't always just chose to listen to some advice and ignore the others because it's not what "you did". Because you all should have just had your babies in the back woods without a doctor or a hospital because gee, our ancestors did that and turned out just fine, so why would you go to a hospital in the first place....gosh, you must have been wrapped up in all that hog-wash hype from your day.

My next "issue" is insomnia. It has been horrendous. I was up until 3AM this morning. My son, or I should say my husband's son would not stop kicking, bouncing,  moving, shifting, dancing, posing, squatting, turning....I don't know what he was doing but it was annoying and kept me up. I couldn't get comfortable. At 2AM I got up to take a warm bath hoping the water would soothe the little pain-in-the-ass to sleep....but nope...he kept going. I'd also like to point out how my husband didn't move an inch as I got out of bed, went to our ensuite bathroom, ran the bath water, played some soft music, drained the tub, dried off, got back into bed. And he is supposed to hear a kid in the next room? He could sleep through an earthquake.

Maybe all that moving is turning the baby. He's currently bum-down and head up...so he has a few weeks to get in the right position because I won't be pushing a baby out feet first...!

And to think, I will only get bigger which means heartburn, insomnia, discomfort will only grow.

Pregnancy is officially not-fun.