You’d think since this is my second time being pregnant I’d be more used to all the stuff that comes with it.
Nope.
I’ve realized that I took a lot for granted before I was pregnant. Like, you know, being comfortable. And also:
- Doing up a pair of pants around my waist.
- Being able to see my bikini line when I shave.
- Peeing on MY schedule and not every four minutes because someone is sitting on my bladder.
- Picking things up off the floor.
- My ribs. I never really thought about them. (I’m sorry, ribs. I’m well aware of you now that you have a foot lodged in you. Which I really shouldn’t complain about because a foot is better than a head.)
- Sleeping on my stomach.
- Sleeping on my back.
- Sleeping without heartburn.
- Being able to turn over when I’m sleeping without hauling another person with me.
- Eating without wondering if I’m going to be able to choke it down.
There are others, I’m sure, but that’s probably enough complaining for now.
I’m not even especially big this time – the opposite, in fact, as I keep having to get this babe’s growth checked because I’m measuring small. (Apparently he’s fine.) But I feel big. Or maybe just awkward.
In any case I’m trying to appreciate all this and remember what it’s like while wondering if I’m really going to make it to the end without going nuts.
6 1/2 weeks to go…
PS I know, I really should post a belly picture. I promise to try to do that soon.
PPS I also have a post up at Just.Be.Enough about how I’ve banned parenting books. Can you relate?
