I have a few different pregnancy apps on my iPhone, and for the past few weeks my baby’s size has been the equivalent of a watermelon. This week, that watermelon is now between 6-9 lbs (goodness, I hope he’s not 9 lbs!). I can definitely tell that my belly is huge, because it’s getting in the way quite often…
Every time I get something in/out of the microwave, I knock the towels off of the bar of the oven.
C’s feet often take up residence inside my rib cage (thanks, short torso), so it’s nearly impossible to bend over the sink to wash my face.
Turning over in bed is like running a mini-marathon.
Yesterday, I had an itch on my foot. I couldn’t reach it.
The majority of my maternity shirts no longer completely cover my belly. The Bella Band was honestly the best maternity purchase I made (outside of my pregnancy pillow), because now I have to use it to make sure the bottom of my big ol’ watermelon isn’t hanging out.
If I drop something on the floor, I have to spread my feet real wide and do a squat to pick it up.
It feels better to sit on my exercise ball, because my belly hangs so low that it can then rest on the surface of the ball.
I hope this watermelon doesn’t turn into a pumpkin (overdue)!
I can’t guarantee that I’ll write this post in one sitting. My pregnancy brain has reached its peak. (At least, I hope it won’t get worse in the next few weeks!
Whenever I want or need to read an article, a blog post, an email, etc., I can never seem to get through it anymore. Tonight my attention span is so poor that I opened three tabs of news articles that I am really interested in, but am simply unable to do anything more than open those tabs. I tried to read them; I really did. But then I noticed that my Twitter tab said there were 3 new tweets. Ten minutes later, I tried to read again. But then the towels in the drier were finished. And the attempts go on from there. I still have yet to read an article.
Did you find ways to manage your pregnancy brain? I’ll try to read your suggestions in five attempts or less.
The other day, I pulled on a pair of maternity jeans that I hadn’t worn in a week or two only to discover that they were a bit tight in the behind. There hasn’t been any other change in the way my other pants fit, so I don’t know if my butt is expanding or if the jeans were in the drier too long. :’( Needless to say, my body image took a bit of a hit at that moment.
Later, the hubster was lying on his stomach when I walked into the room. My eyes went straight to his tiny, tight butt and I almost burst into tears. I whined, “Will you still love me if I end up with a big butt?!?!?!”
Thankfully, the hubster has been very kind with my crazy body image issues lately. He even offered up the ultimate sacrifice: he asked if I wanted him to get fat with me.