...in complete and total frustration.
Decided that the weather was nice enough that I would take the bus into the city with my son to exchange some yarn, get some coffee and spend a bit of time in the park. Took the bus to the LYS - it practically picked me up at my doorstep and dropped me at the LYS's doorstep. First strike - the Bean moved into some weird position while I was sitting on the bus and made it incredibly painful to get up (he's breech, btw, and *really* low). Then we walked the 6 city blocks to get coffee and then back across the street to sit in the park for 30 minutes since it's been an age that Michael has had any running around time. I'm getting tired and decide that it's time to head home because I'm getting shorter and shorter with him. It's 5 city blocks from the park to the subway - don't you know I have 4 really nasty contractions on the walk over - contractions that I can't stop and breath/moan through because I'm on a city street with my 3 year-old in tow, the ones where it feels like the Bean is trying to push his way out my scar in the front and my rectum in the back.
I managed to keep it together until I got home and then I just started sobbing the second I walked in the door, completely freaking Michael out. I'm no where near ready for the Bean to come, but I am so over the fact that I cannot spend two hours with lots of breaks and only covering about a mile in town. When I was pregnant with Michael I was more than happy to just stay in, but now I desperately need the outdoor time for my own mental well-being. I know come spring I'll be back to doing my 2-3 mile walks with no problems, but the fact that I can barely handle 5 blocks right now is so depressing.
Thanks for letting me whine.
Decided that the weather was nice enough that I would take the bus into the city with my son to exchange some yarn, get some coffee and spend a bit of time in the park. Took the bus to the LYS - it practically picked me up at my doorstep and dropped me at the LYS's doorstep. First strike - the Bean moved into some weird position while I was sitting on the bus and made it incredibly painful to get up (he's breech, btw, and *really* low). Then we walked the 6 city blocks to get coffee and then back across the street to sit in the park for 30 minutes since it's been an age that Michael has had any running around time. I'm getting tired and decide that it's time to head home because I'm getting shorter and shorter with him. It's 5 city blocks from the park to the subway - don't you know I have 4 really nasty contractions on the walk over - contractions that I can't stop and breath/moan through because I'm on a city street with my 3 year-old in tow, the ones where it feels like the Bean is trying to push his way out my scar in the front and my rectum in the back.
I managed to keep it together until I got home and then I just started sobbing the second I walked in the door, completely freaking Michael out. I'm no where near ready for the Bean to come, but I am so over the fact that I cannot spend two hours with lots of breaks and only covering about a mile in town. When I was pregnant with Michael I was more than happy to just stay in, but now I desperately need the outdoor time for my own mental well-being. I know come spring I'll be back to doing my 2-3 mile walks with no problems, but the fact that I can barely handle 5 blocks right now is so depressing.
Thanks for letting me whine.
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