I'm starting to wonder if there is enough room in me for both me and Sprout. I don't remember this being a problem with Andrew. But I feel big. Full. I feel like Sprout is pushing from inside. Pushing out and up and down and demanding more room and I don't know what to tell him. He is the one that has to make more room. There is not much I can do.
What makes it worse is that I don't look particularly big. You can't tell that I am pregnant when I wear a coat, except I have the tell-tale walk. I feel enormous and look in the mirror and think, 'that's it?' The good news is that the nerve pressure I used to feel that make me walk like a hunchback is gone. Replaced by the worry that I could burst. At anytime really. So instead of walking hunched over, I walk leaning back, trying to find a good way to distribute the weight. And I haven't found one.
Don't get me wrong. The aches are manageable. And the attention I get from folks when they notice my belly makes it worth it. I'm a sucker for the special care from strangers. And heck, the coming baby makes it worth it. I keep pinching myself thinking that there will be a newborn. A newborn! For a little while at least.
Until we have a Little Mayhem to go with our Havoc. ;)
3 comments:
And we enjoy you!
I once told the doctor during one of my pregnancies... "really doctor, the baby is trying to come out through my stomache."
I know that full, need more room feeling.
You and I can be so different! Liking strangers talking about your pregnancy? I would NEVER!
Hi Robyn, I don't have kids and can't wait for the day when I get to feel that full, need more room -- from something other than too much cake!
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