Pregnancy can be a real pain…

I can tell I’m “done” being pregnant.  Obviously, baby is not done, but my head and body have had it.  I spent Sophia’s entire 4 hour nap yesterday (yes, I am VERY blessed!) working in the basement, reorganizing, moving things around (including a headboard and heavy sewing machine), putting a table together.  You know, all things probably against medical advice during pregnancy, but whatever.  Things need to get done. 

Then, I spent the rest of the night dealing with major hip pain and limping around the house.  SO annoying. 

Last night was not great for sleeping.  I am having no problems getting comfortable, other than the hip thing still bugging me, but when I wake up it seems my tiny daughter is having parties in the middle of the night at my expense.  She won’t hold still and I can’t sleep.  So, at 6 when Dan left for work and I was in tears (how could he leave me for work of all things?!) I decided to get over it (what can I do about it anyway?) and go sew something.  And my blessed, little angel Sophia is STILL sleeping – it’s 9 on the dot.  That means, I was able to finish a whole shirt and make a cup of coffee AND type this post.

So, corduroy was on sale a couple weeks ago and I stocked up – I didn’t realize you could buy patterned corduroy and I LOVE this shirt.  I kind of made it up using bits and pieces from other patterns and adding the details I wanted for myself. 


I LOVE the butterfly buttons, even if they are kind of a pain to get through the button holes.
I also changed the bottom of the shirt a bit so I didn’t have to have SO many buttons.  I feel like everything I make has at least five buttons and I decided that three was my limit today.


And, I thought I’d try my hand at elasticized sleeves.  This one looks great – the other one…well, it seems I will be, once again, using the seam ripper. :)



All in all, I really like it, but I would much rather be sleeping in like Sophia is right now.  I could have made this a different time and my eyes are burning behind my glasses.  And I just realized that my coffee is decaf, so I guess that won’t do me much good. 

Another thing that has been a pain this pregnancy is that I was diagnosed with Gestational Thrombocytopenia, which isn’t a HUGE issue, but has been a bit high-maintenance.  It basically means that my blood platelet count isn't where it should be, and now it’s dropped to a point where I won’t be able to have an epidural.  That either means a drug-free VBAC or that I’ll be put under for a C-section and won’t get to meet baby right away, a thought I find pretty devastating.  The danger with the condition is, were it to be undiagnosed,  I could bleed out during delivery but as long as they keep a close eye on the situation, everything will be just fine.  I actually just got a call this morning that my care will likely be transferred from the midwives to the OB’s so they can monitor it better.  As of now, I just have a lot of weekly blood draws and extra appointments. 

Dan reminded me that I probably shouldn’t complain since I haven’t been sick, pretty much at all, I’ve not had to deal with a special diet, like someone with Gestational Diabetes, and don’t have any other major complications, plus as far as everything looks we have a perfectly healthy baby.  He’s right, but hormones don’t always see logic.

Please keep baby and I in your prayers.  She’s fine and will be.  I’m just emotional and annoyed, but could use prayer for a better attitude. :)