I had been warned that the fatigue of the first trimester would come back with vengeance at some point during the third. “But I’ve felt so good all second trimester! Surely my energy will continue,” I argued. Hahahahahaha, second trimester Belle was an idiot because oh my gosh, third trimester Belle is EXHAUSTED. Like, not just a little worn out, but like so freaking tired I could take a nap while waiting on the cross walk to change. It’s ridiculous.
I’m finally starting to recover from the sinus infection of doom. Currently I’m breathing through both nostrils, an act that is not to be taken for granted after weeks of mouth breathing. I still wake up a snotty mess and require a good ten minutes of nose blowing, and I still require a vaporizer at night and at least one, if not two, doses of Vicks Chloraseptic to help quiet my cough, but I’m finally feeling some relief!
To my fellow preggos who might be dealing with a bad cough, I can’t recommend a bottle of Chloraseptic enough. I spray the back of my throat at night before bed and it numbs it up enough that I can fall asleep without hacking every 10 minutes. Around midnight or 1 a.m. I inevitably start to cough again so I get up, chug a glass of water and do another spray and voila, back to sleep I go. I don’t feel guilty about taking this medicine because I don’t swallow it – instead I spray, keep my head tilted back so it can hang out back there making me want to gag for 15 seconds and then spit it out. Much better than taking a systemic drug I think!
This morning I mustered up enough energy to workout, but now I feel like a nap is required. Sadly I hear that napping on the job is highly frowned upon. I have not worked out in 2.5 weeks due to the sinus plague. This morning I decided to try the third trimester workout on the Summer Sanders DVD. It was ok, but not as challenging as I usually like. However, for super tired, still recovering Belle, it was just enough to get my heart rate up and challenge my upper body. I hope that an early bedtime tonight will allow me to do a more challenging workout tomorrow.
My boobs are continuing to amaze and disgust me. It seems their preferred time to leak like a busted faucet is Saturday through Monday. Then they dry up for Tuesday through Friday. Anyone else see a boob leakage pattern or am I just that OCD? Saturday night at the wedding righty erupted mid-vows with such vigor that I could FEEL the wetness and had to do a quick glance down to make sure it was not leaking all the way through. Thankfully my VS “Boobs Included” bras provide enough silicone padding that it makes a lovely waterproof barrier. Who knew that paying lots of money for professionally stuffed bras would later help me through pregnancy?!
Third trimester has also brought some really intense feelings of inadequacy where the Professor is concerned. I find myself terrified that once we move to NYC and he is surrounded by beautiful New Yorkers and working with extremely smart people he’ll come home and look at his frumpy, freshly unpregnant, vomit covered wife who only has a journalism degree and no job prospects in sight and think he should consider upgrading. I know this is not true. I know that the Professor has ZERO desire to live with, marry or sleep with another math person. He had 29 years to do this and didn’t. Clearly he likes his women to be as non-mathy as possible.
That said, these pregnancy hormones are making me an insecure lunatic and I find myself freaking out at random times of the day. Like yesterday at 10 a.m. when he was giving a final exam my brain suddenly shifted into high lunatic gear and I found myself terrified that he was going to have a last day of class fling with one of his pretty 19 year old students who still has not spouted ass and thigh cellulite. It’s 100% irrational and I know it, but I can’t seem to shut it off.
Someone is dumb enough to loan me money
Progress continues to be made on the moving front. The Professor informed me last night that our mortgage broker called to say he found someone who will lend us money. I find this shocking – I should not be able to borrow this much money! I’m still a silly kid! And then I realize that oh wait, I’m 32, pay my own health insurance, am allowed to eat cookies for dinner and am responsible for unclogging my own toilet. Yeah, I guess this makes me a grownup!
So someone is willing to loan us money to buy a place and our agent, who we adore so far, is confident we will be IN a Riverdale co-op by mid-August. This is wonderful news because for a little while it was looking like the Professor would have to move to NYC for two to three months and leave me behind with four cats and a baby, which while not the worst scenario definitely did not make me a happy camper and only contributed to the insecurity previously mentioned.
I have more leftovers but need to turn my remaining energy to this job that I’m supposed to keep working for another 9 weeks (who the hell offers to work until their water breaks anyways? Bad Idea Belle!) I’ll need some afternoon entertainment to help me make it through 8 bland hours of marketing, though, so how about you share some of your leftovers in my comment feed?