I’d love to sleep for a week. My head feels heavy and unfortunately, it’s not just the physical demands of motherhood and pregnancy causing this feeling. I’m having a bad week. And baby does not like it when I’m down emotionally.
I always reacted to physical stress (taking a walk, going shopping, doing housework, etc) when I was pregnant with the boys – I’d have nasty Braxton Hicks contractions. With this one, not even walking like crazy at Break Forth did it. I thought I was in luck, but then a really bad day and an awful lot of tears had me doubled over with the worst Braxton Hick’s I’ve had so far this time. I’m sure post-partum depression is awful. I’m thankful I’ve never had to go through it. But depression during pregnancy is really no fun. However, if it happened when I wasn’t pregnant, I might be more likely to either not eat or overeat, to potentially hurt myself in some way. The baby is always on my mind, though, and I know that anything I would do to myself would hurt the baby, too. So I just ache inside and wait for when a new baby will again pull my mind away from the bad things in life. They’re always really good at doing that for me.