So now that most of the horrible and painful experiences of pregnancy, delivery and the aftermath are over it is much easier to laugh at the residual side effects that are still lingering or just now popping up.
My favorite is sweating at night. I started to sweat at night in the last few weeks of my pregnancy. I'd wake up after a few hours of sleep covered in my blankets and soaking wet. Many times my first thought was that my water had broken. No such luck. Just sweat.
Well, the night sweats are back, and they have an added bonus that I also got with Quinn -- but, of course, I had forgotten about it like EVERYTHING ELSE. Oh, that maternity veil of mystery!
Anyway, now I wake up after a few hours for the first feeding of the night, and I am soaking wet. It feels like I just got out of the shower, but, of course, the opposite is true. I need to get in. But no time for grooming. My baby is crying. I head to the nursery, feed my angel, and get back in bed.
But now I am wet and tired and under fed and I start to SHIVER like I am crossing the plains in the dead of winter. It was so bad with Quinn that my teeth chattering would wake up Tim multiple times a night. He would get up and put a blanket on me. After a few minutes, I would calm down and fall asleep only to wake up for the next feeding even more wet and colder than the first time.
It has started all over again with McKenna, but as I said, what is not to laugh about?
It's not gross, painful, cruel or 9 months long. It's just sweat and shivers.
Totally doable.
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