I’m large. That’s all there is to it. I keep accidentally smashing baby into tables and chairs and people and other various objects, because I am just not used to him sticking out so far. I have a feeling that in the final few weeks I’ll be going from large to massive, so cross your fingers for me. But the upswing is that people are starting to be really nice to me. As in, “Don’t bend over, I’ll get that!” Or, “Here, let me do it, you sit down.” My dirty secret is that I still haven’t met a task that I can’t do, but I let people help anyway. Because, sure I can reach the floor still but I ain’t saying it’s comfortable. Here’s more. xoxo
EATING less again? It’s weird — my stomach wants lots of food but can only really handle a little bit at a time.
DRINKING carbonated water with lots of lime and pretending it’s a gin gimlet…
READING all the pamphlets that we’ve been getting at our prenatal classes. Sometimes I feel like I’m studying for a test. When I start feeling that way, I put down all the pamphlets and books and junk and take a couple of days off to remind myself that it’s also okay to just trust your instincts.
WANTING halfway for baby to come reallllly early, and halfway for him to come reallllly late. Depending on how confident I feel that day.
SLEEPING through the night without having to pee. I. Am. Superwoman.
WEARING the same clothes over and over and all I want in life is to be able to use my full closet again.
FEELING effing pain in my hands, guys! Pregnancy carpal tunnel has set in like woah and in the mornings I literally can’t straighten my fingers out. They stay all gnarled and bent for about an hour, or until I go to the gym and get the blood flowing. Yeowch.
LOVING the kind words that I get from strangers. Truly, I must be having the opposite experience of every other pregnant woman I talk to; I’ve only gotten kind, supportive, genuinely sweet comments from people while I’ve been out and about. And no stranger — not one — has tried to touch my stomach.
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