Pregnancy really changes the way you view everyday things. It’s opened my eyes, so to say, to a million everyday things that I’ve always taken for granted. Here’s some stuff I’ve realised ‘is important’ and i cant do anymore.
– Sit on a chair. Yes.. I cant sit on any of the chairs at home anymore. The baby is quite large now, and I need to lean back. I just cant sit on any chair that has a 90` angle – which rules out all the chairs, sofa & diwan at home. All the better for me – since I cant sit comfortably, I’m forced to take ‘bed-rest’. 😉
– Scratch my feet..ah the simple luxury of being able to reach your toes and swat a mosquito who’s dared to sit on your foot.
– Bend to pick up a fruit from the vegetable tray in the fridge. Or rather, bend to pick up anything – a sock I dropped on the floor, a spoon.
– Brush. Brushing / washing my face requires me to lean forward over the wash basin. A simple task that has now become a feat.
– Cut my toe nails. Or clean my feet. Havent been able to do this for close to 3 months now. Have to ask Mom or hubby dearest to do it for me.
– Wear any of my favourite clothes. I’ve now outgrown all the track pants and Tshirts (yes, even my hubby’s extra large T’s). And all the extra large salwar suits etc I’d bought for maternity wear. I cant go out and buy any stuff right now – am on ‘bed-rest’. Plus maternity clothing here doesnt have too many options. Its still too specialised and expensive to buy just for another 3-4 weeks. I’m surving in my mother’s extra large gowns.
– Eat. Sigh….. am told that after the baby comes my food will have to be even more restricted. As it is, for the last 8 months, I’ve barely been able to eat thanks to the acidity and heartburn. I soooo yearn to have some nice spicy chaat. Or a pizza with jalepenos. A samosa. Wada pav. Rasam. Or even just normal food. I’m soo tired of eating special bland food. Anything with even an iota of red/green/black pepper scorches my insides. Even raw onions cause heartburn. Sigh…
I just long to be able to eat ‘normal’ food.
– Breathe. Yes, breathe. Breathing has become something I need to consciously be aware of and remember. Because the lungs now have less space, I tend to breathe very shallow, or even hold my breath. I need to remind myself to breath every once in a while.
– Wear a pyjama / pants / skirt. Coz I cant bend.
– Walk. I’m not allowed to walk around much. I miss my long walks – or rather the choice and ability to take one. My max speed is now about 1 km / hr 🙂 And I never thought I’d say this, but I miss gym and exercising.
– Mobility. Its not just walking. Things like climbing the stairs. Or going out to buy something. Or going over to a friend’s.
– Lying on my back with a book
– Sleeping comfortably. Not tossing and turning through the night.
– Getting up from the chair / bed without props and support.
So many small things that I’d always taken for granted… Not being able to do these mundane tasks suddenly makes you freeze and take a step back to take stock. It’s surprising and shocking. Especially for someone who’s always been independent and active. Makes you appreciate the small stuff a little bit more. And to take things a little less for granted.