11th July 2016
Welcome to the week of self-pity and realising that I have to cook for myself now. Spoiler alert: I am a terrible cook and I feel sorry for my child already. I hope they have a love of toasted sandwiches and spaghetti bolognese because that’s the extent of my cooking expertise.
Seriously though, no matter which way you slice it, this week was terrible.
There were a lot of what the hell am I doing? and what the hell have I done? thoughts floating through my mind at this point. Luckily for me, they only lasted this week before I got back on the I am going to be a kick ass mum train.
I was due to work this week, but that idea quickly went out the window when I realised I couldn’t stand or walk without being in severe pain. I’m not talking about ‘I need to take painkillers’ type of pain. I’m talking about pain so severe that it would make you drop to the floor. I couldn’t walk, lie down, stretch or bend over without being in pain. It was not unusual for me to be in tears by the end of the day.
I searched and searched and searched, but none of my ‘symptoms’ seemed to fit any one condition. My only theory was that my body was releasing a lot of hormones and everything in my body was relaxing. A little too much. Some days it felt as though my tailbone was popping in and out-of-place when I walked or rolled over.
Needless to say, I have been a little ball of sadness who stays in her bed and doesn’t do anything else. On the plus side, I was incredibly productive when it came to my university work. I actually managed to keep up with all my classes this week.
I wish I sounded less surprised and more accomplished, but such is life.
I also started slowly packing some of my things for the move back to the Coromandel. ‘Slowly’ being the keyword here. I think I managed to pack for an hour each day and I still had more stuff to pack by the time the end of the week rolled around. I had no idea that I had accumulated so much stuff in a year and a half. Whoops.
All in all, it was a productive week and I’m happy that I was able to ‘bounce back’ with minimal crying. I used to be a person who gets annoyed or could simply shrug it off. Not anymore. I cry at the drop of the hat. About nothing. Or everything. There really is no in-between or ability to judge whenever the tears will strike. The first time it happened it was over a dog that was trying to steal my food and the last time it happened was over not being able to find my phone charger before my phone died.
Pregnancy hormones, guys, they are no joke.