Today we were invited to brunch in Montpelier, and I was all for it but E reminded me about how often I push myself a bit too much and feel completely wiped out. I hate it when he's right...
Now I'm laying here on the couch, propped on my left side with pillows propping my hips open like a good pregnant lady while E is out for a nice long walk with pup. I hate missing out on these family moments. I'm getting antsy just laying here.
I think the antsy part comes from spending the better part of the past week on modified bed rest in all of the 'no no' positions for getting the baby out the right way and without back labor. As of this morning I officially think he's in the posterior position and while I have enough time to reposition him, it makes me anxious to laze about because most of the comfortable positions aren't recommended at this time.
I see how a lot of women get tired of this point of pregnancy. It's hard to get comfortable and stay that way. This is when that whole floating, water, weightless thing really makes sense. If it were nicer out today I would be out floating somewhere. But alas, it's just me and my couch and a whole lot of gravity.
Now if I could only figure out the best time to do cat and cow poses and not feel like I'm on the verge of vomming I'd be a lot more comfortable lazing about and doing my best to get this baby to flip over...
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