This morning I ducked into Coles and saw this tired, haggard-looking woman pushing a trolley. I then realised that it was me. It was my reflection in the glass.
Last week, I had a cold was generally feeling average but thought I looked ok. I'd dressed nicely for our tribunal hearing and I was waiting on the street for Skip. A lady came up to me and asked if I was ok and could she call someone for help. Flustered I shook my head and said "no, thanks".
I'm guessing I'm not looking as radiantly pregnant as I was hoping!
On Friday, I took the girls to our local park and ran into a friend who just had her fourth baby. She asked how I was and said: "it's ok to tell the truth and say you feel like dying".
Things aren't quite that bad. But sleep is fitfull and unrestful. I'm short of breath. I'm achey.
Lil-lil told me last night she's sick of having to do EVERYTHING because I've got a baby in my tummy. I'm not really sure what she has to do besides pull the plug out of the bath for me and pick up her own toys.
I do get the feeling that the whole family will be happy when this baby arrives.
I'm just trying to focus on the lovely baby kicks, being able to sit down and not suck my stomach in, having a hard stomach (even if it's a keg) and knowing I get a wonderful reward at the end. I'm lucky that these aches and pain will end and fairly soon.