| Jul. 25th, 2006 @ 08:39 pm (no subject) |
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I'm feeling really insecure today. I'm beginning to feel the weight of pregnancy, and while I know that its weight that I will lose, I am still beginning to feel extra heavy. Not to mention the appearance of stretch marks, the fact that my feet have begun to swell, and my skin is dry. Oh, and the weight from my stomach is having an increasingly negative affect on my back. SEVERE back pains...not like my back is dislocated, but more like muscle pains...like I'm lifting something that's too heavy but I can't put it down. The entire left side of my back is still affected today, although after much rest and applied heat, the pain has gone down a little from yesterday.
Oh, and I'm an emotional wreck about almost anything, dead tired and cranky. Even when I'm trying to control the crankiness, it seems to slip out. Many people bug me, and those who generally only bug me a little are beginning to bug me a lot. About stupid things. I don't want jokes made in my direction right now, I can't seem to handle them properly. Irritable people should stay away from me, because I am irritated by the irritable...if that makes any sense. But then again, I am irritable, so I'm always stuck with it...*sigh*
And I'm stressed. I'm stressed about things I don't feel like writing about at the moment, I am stressed about the move (incredibly incredibly incredibly stressed about packing...I'm so frustrated about it, that I barely know where to start), I feel like I'm not good enough, I'm personally attacking myself like crazy. And when I try to stop, I attack myself because I can't seem to. If that makes sense. I feel like I'm walking in a circle.
Tomorrow, I talk to the doctor about anti-depressants...or something that may be useful for treating the depression that I'm in. I have gotten to the point that I don't want to be around anybody, but I need the reassurance that people are there. I feel like sleeping all day, not because I'm tired but because I'm overwhelmed and feel like crying 24/7.
Yeah...bleck. |