Reality Check

Well, today marks 30 weeks. I have made it to my first goal but for some reason I don't feel much like celebrating. I should be proud that I have made it half way through this journey. The truth is that I feel like I have climbed over the mountain only to see the next mountain. This new mountain looks bigger, scarier, and has more challenges. I don't know if I can make it.
In one of the devotional book that I have been reading, there is a line that reads, "Never give up. One prayer might not be enough..." It would just be so easy to give up. I don't know if I want to fight any more.
Physically, things are getting more and more difficult. Simple tasks, like getting up to the bathroom, showering and getting dressed take all the strength I can muster, not to mention balance which I am quickly loosing. The other day I sneezed, just a normal sneeze, and I pulled a muscle on the left side of my belly. From a sneeze, you have got to be kidding me.
Sleeping is now a big joke. It is not an easy task to turn from one side to the other. I wish that I had Jeff's talent of sleeping in the same spot all night but I don't. If I stay on one side for too long, it goes numb and tingly. I also get the pleasure of having to pee every couple of hours. I am convinced that the person who installed the toilets on this floor purposely put them lower then needed, just so us pregnant women would have to struggle to get down there. Don't get me started about trying to get back up. Each night, I pray for just 4 hours of sleep in a row, so far it has only happened once. Now that was a good day.
My abdomen is growing out of control. I have no belly button left. My skin is pulled so tightly that I think that some day it might just rip. I worry if it will ever go back to where it used to be. Unfortunately, I think it won't so if any one knows a good plastic surgeon, let me know.
The babies are quickly running out of room in there. I am well aware of this because they are constantly pushing on me trying to stretch out. I feel bad for Jacob (baby A). He is so low that in order to get a little relief from his siblings he tries to go even lower. Imagine this constant pressure in the lower pelvic region and you can guess why I am a little cranky. (Any one who has had a baby knows what I am talking about.)
The other major complaint is about food and eating. I hate eating and wish that I didn't have to. Even a small meals cause major fullness that will last for at least 2 hours. I am so sick of hospital food. I won't even start about the protein shakes that come twice a day. I am on these shakes because I am not gaining weight as I should and my doctors are convinced that I don't eat. I would kindly like to remind them that my stomach is squished to the size of a pancake. If they could make more room for my stomach then I would gladly eat everything I see.
Well, I hope that I didn't change anyone's mind about getting pregnant. Pregnancy is really cool, I just don't recommend going for triplets.
Sorry for all the complaints and crabbiness but sometimes a women just needs to vent, especially if that woman is pregnant with triplets. ;)