So, I have started counting down the days to our scheduled c-section. At most, I have
4 More Work Weeks - to endure...er...I mean....to get everything wrapped up all nice and neat, for my leave. I can't imagine 'leave' being no phone calls or no email. But I also can't imagine life with twins. So, I plan to be super productive and really work toward leaving them with little to fear during my absence.
3 More Kidless Weekends - to enjoy with my husband (even though he will probably work every Saturday anyway), because it will NEVER just be the two of us again. To just relax in the silence of our home. To be spontaneous and run an errand or to a movie on a whim, because we can. To dream about what our kids will look like, and how we will handle various situations.
25 More Sleepless Nights - before the REAL sleep deprivation begins! But hopefully, I won't have the physical pain I endure at night now.
And on that note, my latest 'attempt' at sleeping is so comical, so laughable, that I have been telling everyone. I hope you enjoy it, as well.
Let's face it, I'm a little front heavy.
And I have groin pain. Pain so severe that it prevents me from having the strength to manuveur my belly around like I'd like. Or move my legs more than 3 inches off any surface.
So, I have a truly difficult time rolling from side to side.
It's painful in so many places.
It's really just not an option anymore.
But my hips hurt at night.
They hurt bad.
So, I have to change sides several times throughout the night.
I sleep on the right side of the bed. When I'm laying on my right side, I have my head on my pillow, all normal like up by my bedside table.
But when I have to flip to my left, my current procedure is to let my legs hang over the side of the bed, use my arms to push myself up into a sitting position, rearrange my pillow at the foot of the bed, and ease myself down on my left side so my head is at the foot / feet are at the head and I have successfully found my left side without actually having to roll over.
About three times a night, I supplement this move with a trip to the bathroom. Which is more like a shuffle, because laying on my side makes my groin hurt worse somehow and so my legs don't want to lift off the floor.
Oh, and all of this is accompanied by huffing and puffing and sighing and muttering 25 more days under my breath.