On Sunday evening when I was out at Granny’s along with a bunch of my relatives, my pretty Aunt Krista asked me if I was getting uncomfortable.
I told her no, I wasn’t. I was actually okay. Not too big.
It was like my belly heard, or something.
“She’s comfortable?! Well, I’m obviously not doing my job!” The past few nights have been riddled with my waking up because my back hurt so bad I couldn’t sleep through it anymore. I took my regular walk this morning -the one I usually take when I’m not pregnant, and by the end of it I was HUFFING and PUFFING. My poor neighbor down the road couldn’t understand me when I walked by and asked if maybe he’d like some cherry tomatoes. When he finally made out what I was trying to say, he said, “You just walked quite a while, didn’t you? Well, thank the Lord you feel well enough.”
Yes, yes. But also: no? Because I didn’t feel well about it at all. Ha!
And so, Home Stretch, you officially have me in your clutches. I still have 15 weeks left, but that just doesn’t seem like long at all, does it?
FYI: 15 weeks until my life changes also happens to mean 15 weeks until Christmas. Not to panic you, or anything.
Speaking of panic, I watched an innocent video yesterday that detailed relaxation techniques that can be used during labor, and THEN I was blindsided by the end of video showing a woman giving birth.
The camera… was BEHIND the doctor.
Did you know that women throughout the world are… DOING that?!?! I mean, I just about fainted watching a human HEAD come out of a woman… but then the REST of the body came out! It was horrifying! HORRIFYING! I wanted to look away, but I. just. couldn’t!
And on that note, I want out.
PS: I later found a picture online of a pregnant 5 year old Peruvian. It made me cry. I need to break up with the Internet.
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