- …I’m permanently full of food, with no relief in sight. And then my stomach growls and I can’t get food fast enough.
- …my skin is stretching waaaaaaaay beyond it’s limitations.
- …I’m waddling when I walk now, and let’s just say waddling doesn’t feel pretty.
- …a 15-lb weight on the front of my body, ready to tip me over at any given moment.
- …to quote Baby Mama it feels like I just ate a big meatball sub and now that sub is kicking me on the inside. All the time.
- …an exhaustion I’ve never felt before, all from just sitting all day long.
- …I’m going crazy because of the hormones.
- …my eyes are going to fall out of my head from crying over happy things, sad things, things that make me angry, or just crying for no reason.
- …your clothes will never fit again. Ever. Again.
- …a permanent state of mental fuzzies. By that I mean don’t tell me anything you want me to remember…it ain’t happening.
- …I’m a basketcase of anxiety: what does pre-labor feel like? I don’t think I have been having any Braxton-Hicks contractions? What does that mean? Will I be a good mom? I don’t even know how to change a diaper? When will we ever have a name for our little guy? Will his name be cool? How will the dogs react to him? Will I ever sleep again? Can I get through childbirth relatively unscathed? What will his cry sound like? Gosh, I hope he doesn’t cry too much because I don’t know what to do…
- …my bellybutton may just split open. I know that’s a bit dramatic, but I’ve seen the inside of it for the first time, oh, ever, and I just don’t know if I trust it. That’s all I have to say about that.
And so there you have it. After 36 weeks of being pregnant I’m just now starting to feel pregnant. To the point that I don’t want to bend down and touch my toes, to where I don’t feel like walking but do it anyway, to where I finally see that I can get other people to do stuff for me by asking, and to where I’m finally at the point where I’d much rather spend time with our little guy on the outside than with him on the inside. Only another week til he’s full-term and from there it’s anybody’s guess as to when we meet him!
Guess that means I better go pack my hospital bag…if I don’t forget what I’m doing when I reach the top of the stairs…