Ok, so this might not be EXACTLY what I look like, but it IS how I feel…like a lumbering big polar bear. I fall onto couches, beds and have resorted to using my arms as levers in order to do the simple things in life…like getting back up again. I’m not miserable; honestly. I am just sorta annoyed when I remember that I can’t just spring back up and skip to the kitchen. Oh wait, I didn’t skip to the kitchen before being pregnant? WELL, at least I could skip. And dance with Gooner. I DID do that.
I woke up coughing on Q’s face because I caught Gooner’s nasty chest cold. There’s NOTHING sexier than having THIS:
wake up next to you. Q assures me that HE does not feel this way; this is totally my own invention. I don’t even feel huge like I did with Gooner, I still have another month before I bring out the African Elephant metaphors. I don’t feel like I look fat and bad, I just FEEL like I am a lumbering woman. I had two ladies on the SAME day tell me that I look 6 months, so they became my new best friends. Loyalty?
If you want loyalty, tell me that this baby will be born early (Full term at 37 weeks) healthy, quickly, and when I deliver I will still look 6 months. 😉 Upon delivery, I will immediately look like a giraffe, long lean legs and neck, but with the customary jelly belly…since that’s normal.
And I am all about normal.