As many weeks as I am years
This week my child is 28 weeks old. That means this baby is 12 weeks away from being born. 12 weeks! That will pass in no time! I can hardly believe that in 3 months our lives are going to be forever changed by the presence of another person.
Lately this baby has started moving around like crazy, it feels like it's kicking it legs and there are times when my stomach just hurts from being pressed on. I am guessing that kind of pain is going to get worse, since this kid certainly isn't shrinking at all.
This past weekend I went to a baby shower in my hometown. It was fun but what made it especially delightful was the whole time everyone kept telling me how good I looked. Since lately all I am feeling is BIG, I didn't want the shower to end because it was really nice to hear over and over again that I looked really good. Flattery is always appreciated, especially flattery towards an overly tired, very round, waddling pregnant woman. Another person who is on my favorites list right now is the woman at the pool this morning. She asked me when I was due and when I told her, she proceeded to say "Oh, you don't look big at all considering you are due so soon." I could have hugged her, especially because as we were talking I stood there in my bathing suit. And the only bathing suit that fits right now shows a considerable amount of tummy, along with a considerable amount of everything else. When I told this story to my husband he responded: 'Well that is both good and bad. It means you are going to get a whole lot bigger.' My happy balloon deflated a little after I realized that yes, he is indeed right. It's already hard to move around and get in and out of the car, I don't want to think about the challenges I'll face in 2 1/2 or 3 more months.
Another cute story: Last night at work I was talking to one of the four year old little girls who I hadn't seen for a few days. She poked me in the stomach and then looked up to verify that there was a baby in my belly. I told her yes, there was, and then she asked if she could see the baby. When I informed her that she couldn't see the baby quite yet because it wasn't ready to be seen she tried to lift up my shirt and confirm that for herself, it was funny but it also made me very glad that was the first time anything like that happened, since it was a little embarrassing.
This weekend the hubs and I travel to the state which housed him for 18 years to see friends and his family. I am really looking forward to seeing everyone but I am really NOT looking forward to the drive. Leg cramps have been creeping up on me lately, and they are awful! I know that a nice long car trip will only help encourage them to pop on over a say hey, the little bastards. But, I am excited to see people and I am curious if these friends will be as complimentary as the people from my hometown. I can only hope that all weekend long I will hear about how good I look.
Vain much?
Lately this baby has started moving around like crazy, it feels like it's kicking it legs and there are times when my stomach just hurts from being pressed on. I am guessing that kind of pain is going to get worse, since this kid certainly isn't shrinking at all.
This past weekend I went to a baby shower in my hometown. It was fun but what made it especially delightful was the whole time everyone kept telling me how good I looked. Since lately all I am feeling is BIG, I didn't want the shower to end because it was really nice to hear over and over again that I looked really good. Flattery is always appreciated, especially flattery towards an overly tired, very round, waddling pregnant woman. Another person who is on my favorites list right now is the woman at the pool this morning. She asked me when I was due and when I told her, she proceeded to say "Oh, you don't look big at all considering you are due so soon." I could have hugged her, especially because as we were talking I stood there in my bathing suit. And the only bathing suit that fits right now shows a considerable amount of tummy, along with a considerable amount of everything else. When I told this story to my husband he responded: 'Well that is both good and bad. It means you are going to get a whole lot bigger.' My happy balloon deflated a little after I realized that yes, he is indeed right. It's already hard to move around and get in and out of the car, I don't want to think about the challenges I'll face in 2 1/2 or 3 more months.
Another cute story: Last night at work I was talking to one of the four year old little girls who I hadn't seen for a few days. She poked me in the stomach and then looked up to verify that there was a baby in my belly. I told her yes, there was, and then she asked if she could see the baby. When I informed her that she couldn't see the baby quite yet because it wasn't ready to be seen she tried to lift up my shirt and confirm that for herself, it was funny but it also made me very glad that was the first time anything like that happened, since it was a little embarrassing.
This weekend the hubs and I travel to the state which housed him for 18 years to see friends and his family. I am really looking forward to seeing everyone but I am really NOT looking forward to the drive. Leg cramps have been creeping up on me lately, and they are awful! I know that a nice long car trip will only help encourage them to pop on over a say hey, the little bastards. But, I am excited to see people and I am curious if these friends will be as complimentary as the people from my hometown. I can only hope that all weekend long I will hear about how good I look.
Vain much?
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