At this very moment in time, there is a sweet corn stock simmering on my stove and a plateful of delightfully white and yellow kernels I cut from the cob sitting, covered on my kitchen counter. I have grand plans to make a corn risotto ala glutenfreegirl and words cannot express how badly I am in need of a lovely cooking adventure.
The only problem in this little plan is that I am suffering with a great deal of pain, the origin of which is unclear to me. If you asked Moose, he'd tell you I have overdone it and that I need to take it easy. But, I honestly have a hard time believing that is the case. I've been doing the same amount of activity throughout the majority of my pregnancy. The walk I took yesterday to drop Max off at school was less than the walks I normally do and yet I knew something was not quite right within blocks of starting out.
I continued on, though.
I was contracting a great deal more than I normally do in exercise. The abdominal pressure I've been feeling for several days began to double and then quadruple. My back was bothering me. By the time I was on my way home with Rowan, I decided I was going to need to work from home instead of going in that afternoon. By the time I had to drive to pick Max up, some movement was causing me to have to catch my breath due to the pain and yet I was not contracting in a rhythmic manner. More so, it seemed as if my belly was just in a constant state of contraction.
I called my midwife upon returning home and decided to come in to L&D to have her check me out. She told me to try one last thing of relaxing in a bath and seeing if I could get get things to calm down. I didn't do the bath, but I did lie down with a heating pad on low on my abdomen for two hours.
I felt more able to walk around afterwards and didn't feel like I was going to pass out or stop breathing, so I decided to continue to stay home.
This morning, I'm having similar issues when I move around. A trip up to the hill to drop off a urine sample for the Maximus and then a stop at the store is all it took to have me feeling like I'm heading into some form of preterm labor. Again.
What in the hell?
Seriously. I know I've been bellyaching to anyone who will listen that I am so done with this pregnancy and that my due date can't come soon enough. But, I honestly really didn't mean I want to drop the baby this weekend. I would like her to continue baking a little bit longer. 37 weeks on the dot would be absolutely perfect. 33.5 weeks... not so much.
Despite the weirdness going on with my pregnancy of late, I was still determined to cook today and this is why the gorgeous aroma of sweet corn and basil is wafting from the kitchen in wave after wave. I just keep telling myself, to work in stages and if I need to go lie down for a bit, do it.
My family certainly thinks I should.
In the words of Maximus when I went down to the basement just now to check on all my boys, "Mommy, go sleep! Mommy, go bed! Mommy, out!"
In the words of Moose, "Mommy, take care of baby!"
In the words of Rowan, "Mommy!"
You need to visualize wildly pointing fingers from everyone as they proclaim the above and then you get the full picture of what I am up against...
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