Things I can be sure of during pregnancy

I do believe that I've now gone from waddling to wobbling. 

At the best of times, I have limited mobility. My children say that I waddle like a penguin. I try to walk as much as I can but that is very limited and uses up many of my spoons (energy reserves... see below for link to Spoon theory). I only really walk around in the house, other than that I ride my trusty steed.  Using my electric wheelchair reduces my energy output and pain levels, basically making me more functional. But as we have moved further into our pregnancy, a couple of trends are starting to become more visible in terms of every day functioning: 

1. I no longer own my bladder. A small human who likes to call the shots has taken over all control of that organ. Every time I move, shift position or get up, I need to run to the loo.
2. I'm not hungry at all. I don't want to even know about food. And then I'm RAVENOUS!
3. I only crave the things my doctor says I can't have, but after he says I can't have them... and then I want them ALL the time.                                                                                                                                                   ...mmm... chocolate... ice-cream... yoghurt...
4. Every time I sit down, I need run to the loo. 
5. If I sit down... there I am. Stuck. Mr Stubbles to the rescue!
6. Every time I eat, I have to find my heartburn medication. 
7. If I lie down, I need my heartburn medication. Actually, it has now reached the point where I need my heartburn meds all the time. 
8. Every time I lie down, I need to go to the loo.  And to do that, I need help to get out of bed. Stuck, again. Thank goodness for Mr Stubbles!
9. If I need to roll over in bed, I have to call for support services to push and pull me into position. Mr Stubbles is my hero!
10. Every time I roll over in bed, I have to go to the loo. I have already found myself asleep on the toilet. Sleeping for more than 2 hours at a time is considered a major stretch. I want sleep. If Bean sleeps for 3 hours at a time when he arrives, I'll actually be getting more sleep than I am now. One of these nights, I may steal the duvet as I haul myself out of bed, leaving Mr Stubbles to freeze, and just stay on the loo... just a thought.  
11. Every time I need to go anywhere, increased planning and a preparatory trip to the loo are necessary. 
12. Bedrest...trying to follow the doctor's orders... hmmm... I have to avoid going anywhere as when I am lying in bed, the swelling in my entire body reduces, and I effectively deflate. And the doctor says I have to be off my feet to take the pressure off my pelvis, which has become increasingly unstable and painful. But, life doesn't stop because you are pregnant, and since I am self-employed, work doesn't stop either. Mr Stubbles has become an expert at chasing me back to bed.

On the positive side... bedrest has meant that I have actually read a few novels for the first time in ages, and they even make the trips to the loo more interesting. 

I read an entire trilogy last week. Admittedly, they are easy-reading, fantasy novels, but the escapism has been good for my sanity as I fly through the pages on dragon back with the wind in my hair. They've also given Number 1 and I  something to chat about, as they were his choice of material. 

Got to love the tum... it has a life of its own and keeps us mesmerized for hours as it wibbles and wobbles, jumps and bumps and does alien acrobatics!

P.S. If you have never heard of the Spoon Theory, please have a read... it is really interesting.