Post # 1
Some, uhh, ‘discord’ in another thread got me thinking about this. It seems like many pregnant women suffer differently (of course), and different activities quickly become the absolute bane of our existence. Activities that previously were very easy, and now … ugh.
For me, it is bending over. Oh god. I hate bending over. And what’s really weird is, I’ve hated bending over for a good long while now, even when my bump was very small and manageable. Now, it’s like … forget it, dude. I will drop something on the floor and just stare at it and think “is it worth it? Do I really need this thing? Or can it stay on the floor forever?”
It’s not that it hurts or that I can’t do it … it just … feels icky. Like my belly is getting smashed in a squickity way, and the only way to avoid that is to take a wide stance and kinda squat and then just bend a little bit to be able to reach the ground. I lift weights several times a week, and I had to start keeping the 10 and 15 pound weights on the windowsill (they usually live on the floor since they are so light and there isn’t room for them on the weight rack) because even though I can toss them up over my head for days, I can’t pick them up/put them down on the goddamn floor without wanting to shoot myself.
We went to a party a few months ago where the host wanted people to take off their shoes in the house. I thought about how I would have to bend over to take my shoes off (this was before full summer when I could just wear slipons 24/7) and I just opted to hang out in the front yard with all the smokers instead. Because I didn’t want to bend over to take off my shoes. (oh and don’t worry; I stood upwind of all the smoke 🙂 )
So, what previously simple task has got you all tied up in knots? I literally asked my husband to pick up a dish towel off the floor for me the other day after I dropped it. That actually happened. Because the floor, man … it’s so … far.
I’m ashamed of myself.
Post # 3
@iarebridezilla: I’m not pregnant but you just gave me a REAL good laugh hahahah
Post # 4
It’s bending over for me as well. Trying to tie my shoes for work is pure torture, it actually hurts! Luckily, my Darling Husband always offers to put my shoes on and take them off for me if he’s home. I work in retail, so I frequently drop things like hangers and my coworkers have been really helpful and try to pick things up for me if they see it happen and they’re not busy.
Post # 5
It was also bending over for me. Once, when I was at work at eight months pregnant and dropped a pencil on the floor, I burst into tears.
Post # 6
@Laurenskii: haha I’m glad! I try to make pregnancy hilariously accessible for even the non-pregnant among us 🙂
@Cory_loves_this_girl: I do okay putting on and tying my workout shoes for some reason, I think because I can sit on the bed and basically spread my legs like a hooker to make room for belly in the middle while I tie the shoes. And I still don’t really like doing it.
I’m always eating goldfish crackers at my desk at work, and sometimes they make a run for it (usually when I get greedy and try to eat like six at once). Oftentimes I will just leave the errant cracker on the carpet for hours, knowing that eventually, later, I will have the energy to lean over and pick it up. But that’s future iarebridezilla’s problem. Present iarebridezilla is eating goldfish, dammit.
Post # 7
Early pregnancy: staying awake. lol
Late pregnancy: Because of complications (hydronephrosis), pretty much any task was the bane of my existence. I would be in so much pain and (sorry TMI) urinating so much blood that even laying in bed was excruciating.
All I could to was keep telling myself that it was temporary…and taking advantage of the fact that my Darling Husband was at my beckon call 🙂
Post # 8
@Sunfire: oh lord. The other day I was opening a bag of split peas and there was a minor disaster. Thankfully most of the peas stayed on the counter but four or five went onto the floor. And they were all so far away from each other, so it would require multiple bendings to pick them all up.
I got out the vacuum.
Post # 9
@urchin: see, I was super lucky to avoid any particular fatigue even in early pregnancy! My body is some kind of hero or something. So I had all this energy and could pop up and down the stairs no problem — even now, if I realize I forgot something upstairs, I just run back up the steps and grab it. I’m a lucky duck in that respect, and I know it! I just find it so funny that I could be so energetic and strong, and yet I can’t pick up some split peas off the ground without reconsidering all my life choices, haha.
Post # 10
@iarebridezilla: You are hilarious!
I find that “rolling” out of bed is awful for me. I honestly wake up and lay there for a couple minutes contemplating the best way to get up.
It’s just so freaking uncomfortable. There is no way I can just sit straight up. That is NOT happening. If I roll out of bed I may end up in an awkward position that is even harder to get up from (i.e. closer to that freaking floor!) If I shuffle then I have to wake up my dead tired arms.
It’s just a lose-lose situation.
Post # 11
- Wedding: November 2011 - Florida Aquarium
Eating. I like to eat meals, but as soon as I do, I regret it. I have to waddle to the nearest laying-place and just lay there. For hours. Inevitably, my dog will decide she needs food at that very instant, and I just whimper in my husband’s general direction. Most of the time, he responds by feeding her. If he doesn’t, I just whimper the whole way to the closet, her bowl and back. It’s really quite pitiful. I’m not even that big yet, but with a belly full of baby and food, I’m useless!
And in general, getting up after I’ve sat or laid down anywhere. It’s my general job to feed the ferrets. Sometimes I forget, so they come get me and say, “Uh, mom, our bowl is empty.” This most often happens, however, once I’ve crawled into bed for bedtime. Again, I just whimper.
And now I sound like I neglect my children and forget to feed them. Our pup tells us when she’s hungry (we sort of free feed, but only when she’s hungry), and the ferrets don’t need food everyday… sometimes I just forget to check their bowl and or think I fed them just the day before. My husband says I’m going to forget to feed our kid… but if the ferrets are able to wake me up, I’m pretty sure the screaming kid next to me will get her point across, too.
Post # 12
Totally bending over. I have two bars of soap in the shower because if I drop one, I have a backup! Lol I use my two year old to help me pick things up. Poor kid. Lol ill say “help mommy pick up that thing I dropped please.” She will look at me like seriously mom?
Post # 13
@iarebridezilla: So lucky!
I was lucky enough to have very minimal morning sickness…so I felt like I won BIG TIME there. …little did I know that I’d get a swift kick in the ass (or kidney) for the last half of my pregnancy.. hah
Post # 14
And here’s another…getting out of the effin car. My Darling Husband parked on a slope the other day(our car is really low) and I just gave him the death glare then said “go slap yourself.” I have to use the door, the center console, seat belt, and handle thingy to push my whale of a self up and out.
Post # 15
OMG these are cracking me up, ladies.
Post # 16
I remember being stuck on the couch one evening. We have a big, comfy couch that reclines as well. I came home from work and propped up my ‘popped-can-of-biscuits’ feet and about 10 mintues later realized I had to pee. Except, I couldn’t UNrecline the couch, and I couldn’t sit up enough to lunge myself off of it. I had to sit there and pray I didn’t piss my pants until Darling Husband came home from work like 30 minutes later. I called and told him to HURRY THE EFF UP and get home at which point he started laughing so hard I was worried he’d wreck then I’d be stuck on the couch, sitting in piss, until I finally went into labor.
He did get home in time, thank goodness.