It happened. I had the I-am-so-tired-of-being-pregnant-in-Africa meltdown this week. When I talked with my parents on Skype yesterday, my dad assured me that most women probably have a similar breakdown at 8 1/2 months pregnant, no matter where they live.
I’ve been feeling better the last couple of days – probably a combination of:
- ‘Maternity leave‘ kicking in, so much less work and stress.
- Giving myself permission to just get comfortable and rest. I’ve got a bucket of water and frozen ice packs for soaking my feet, a freezer full of mango popsicles and have perfected my mint iced tea recipe.
- Doctor’s orders to walk an hour per day (a.k.a. the Daily Waddle) keeps me from being too sedentary. Although one particularly hot day I did decide that rather than walking the neighborhood, I could just grapevine back and forth across the living room for an hour while watching a DVD.