My hips are killing me. My head is killing me. My back is killing me. My neck is killing me. My hips, hips, hips are killlllling me. I'm already having difficulty finding a comfortable position to sleep at night and I wasn't expecting that for awhile. I'm sure Cody's been noticing my constant tossing and turning and it's really becoming a hassle. I wake up and my hips are extremely soar and I have a headache that no amount of tylenol could fix. Waking up is really something I've come to dread. I do feel the baby move around at night (only on the inside), but it isn't a joy anymore, it kind of aches.
My clothes don't fit anymore and my maternity clothes are still a bit big. I don't want to spend the money on maternity jeans (so expensive!), but I know I have to. I just wish I could live in my pajamas. Well, I basically do unless I have to work.
I told Cody that, with all this pain I'm going through, this baby better come out of my womb and say, "Thank you, mama, I'm so sorry for hurting you!" and then they can cut his/her umbilical cord off. However, my impression of a crying, apologetic baby seemed to sound like a bleeting sheep. Cody didn't appreciate my little baby voice, I thought it was perfect.
I'm mostly hungry at night time. Cody has gone to the gas station to get me food (ravioli, combos, ben & jerry's, etc.) multiple times and that's when I eat the best. For the most part, I'm not showing much unless I'm wearing a tight shirt. Not bad for 4 months.
My contacts are bugging me, so I'm going to go be lazy.