My babies just stick straight out. I'm enormous, but I know its going to get worse. But it is to the part that I hate. I hate having the hear the same joke over and over, "you sure there is only one in there?" I hate walking through walmart (or anywhere) and having people give me sympathy glances. I hate going to church and having everyone ask when I'm due, and then hearing, "Wow, I thought it was any day." The ambien is needed now as is the daily tums.
Ya, I don't love being pregnant. But to long time readers this isn't new news. What is new is that Alice is doing great. We went to the Long Ultra Sound and the tech was amazed that her feet were "actually" in my ribs. I could have told her that. We also wowed the tech by the power of Alice's kicks. She was just dying at how hard they were. It was a good validation day for me. But really doesn't change anything. But in three months we should have a teeny tiny bundle of joy. :) Well, a bundle that will keep us up at night and beat my body up in other ways. ;) I hope you are looking forward to next months where I will wow and amaze you even more at the ginormous size of my growing belly. As for now, I'll go enjoy my braxton hicks. :)