In the last week, I've slowed down. It was actually forced on me. I'm a firm believer in listening to one's body. I'm a believer in it, but don't always do it.
About a week and a half ago, I got really sick. Sicker than I've ever been in my life. I was in bed for three days straight. It was awful. My body had sent me warning signs before that, telling me to move a bit slower and pack less into my day. I didn't listen so it shut things down. Well played body, but did you have to go so extreme?! It took me over a week to get my energy back and even now, a week and a half later, I still have some mild congestion.
On Monday, despite feeling exhausted, I had this intense urge to get my labour bag packed. I also wanted to get the girls' bags packed and their 'gifts from baby' prepped (tote bags that say 'big sister' and are full of fun items). I did a mountain of laundry as well. I hadn't slept well the night before but adrenaline took over and I was surprisingly productive for being 38 weeks pregnant. When I went to bed (at 8pm!) that night, I felt "weird", the only way to describe it really. I had this unusual pressure, as if baby was dropping even lower into my pelvis. It was the first time I wondered if maybe something was going to happen soon. Obviously, it didn't. I'm grateful. I would like him to cook for just a little longer. Come the weekend, I'm good to go though!
A week ago, my midwives came for a home visit. The student midwife took my blood pressure and it was high. Too high for comfort. The midwife was surprised and took it herself with her own blood pressure cuff. It was lower. She said that the student's cuff was likely not calibrated correctly. I was still concerned. My blood pressure had spiked on the day that I was induced with the twins, likely because my body was done with carrying 12lbs of baby, so it wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Nothing like a minor blood pressure scare late in pregnancy to put things into perspective. I was back at the midwife clinic today and fortunately, my blood pressure was normal.
I've been booking less into my days now. I physically can't run around and be on my feet constantly like I was before. Nor do I want to. I actually want to stay home. I actually want to do laundry! I want to rest when my back starts aching. I want to lie on the couch and cuddle with the girls.
It kind of feels like nesting, but could also just be my body placing a limitation on what it can do at this stage. Either way, I'm ok with it!