I had a really crap nights' sleep last night. James has hurt his diaphragm and back muscles from sleeping for 2 days at my dad's (my dad's spare bed has 2 mattresses on top of the other and James finds it uncomfortable) and last night he was flailing around like a dying fish all night and moaning as loudly and as frequently as he could. When I'm ill or uncomfortable I'll lay there as still as anything so as not to disturb James but he loves to share when he's having a shitty nights' sleep. When he can't sleep he punches the hell out of the pillows with scant care for my head bouncing off the bloody pillows next to him. I think I'm going to get more than my chance to 'get my own back on him' in heavy pregnancy, except rather than disturb him I'll get up and sleep on the sofa. What is it about men that they have to make everyone else suffer as well when they're pissed off?!
So I woke up feeling like hammered shit.
After pumping James full of max strength ibuprofen we decided to go into town, because I need to ready myself for going swimming to keep in shape for baba.
A day full of fail.
Firstly, you try getting a swimming costume for a plus size person anywhere in January. Hmmmph. Even though we live BY THE BLOODY SEA there were none to be found. Strike #1 for failure.
Strike #2 I was assured Specsavers do prescription swimming goggles. Blank stares all round when I asked. Fuck you universe! I've found somewhere online, all I need to do now is get my prescription from said dullards at Specsavers.
Strike #3 The swimming pool was shut so I couldn't even enquire about swimming classes.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something. Fuck swimming for the next few months, I shall just walk. At least it's free.
The tooth I had out last week means my gum is killing me. I just wish the poxy thing would heal up already instead of throbbing ominously.
Other than the universe conspiring to ensure I do my exercise on dry land for the foreseeable future, I've been feeling nauseous and HOT HOT HOT. It's been coming over me in waves. One minute I'll be fine and the next the sweat is dripping off me. It's about -2 today but I've been in the car with my coat off and the window wide open, while James chinked gently as frozen parts of him fell off.
All the while I feel craptacular at least I know baby is doing well, so that's a relief. Today was a bank holiday so I'll be going to the docs tomorrow AM. Wish me luck that I don't see a grumpy arse GP who pisses all over my parade by moaning at me about my weight.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a cheerier day. I guess it's just events and hormones conspiring to make me feel cruddy today. I'm sure there are going to be many more 'up' days than down days.
