He's making his decent. This boy is getting lower and lower I can breathe easier but I look like an idiot when I walk. I remember when I was first pregnant I was so sick I was just praying for the end to come even though I knew what it would be like.
the swollen feet
the pain in the hips
the constant inappropriate low kicks
the being so hungry but not able to eat hardly anything because you have no room
the heart burn, oh the heart burn
the constant snapping and cracking that comes from every joint in my body with every step I take
the trying to rotate in bed only to find you can move but your stomach will stay in place
only yoga pants will stay up
maternity shirts quit covering your belly
needing to pee every time you stand up
sleeping with 4 pillows and still not feeling comfortable, or even close to it
shortness of breath
feeling of needing to support your heavy belly
strangers talking to you about your pregnancy
the braxton hicks
As big of a pain it is to be this pregnant, I am trying really hard to enjoy it as much as possible just in case it's the last time I am pregnant. I love feeling him kick and nudge me (when it doesn't hurt).
I love that he wakes up and moves towards Delilah's voice when he hears her.
I love that when ever there is singing he starts dancing (little difficult during church)
I love using him as a table for my water and watching him move the water glass around.
I love how he holds perfectly still whenever his daddy puts his hand on him.
I love how there is no need or way to suck in.
I love sleeping in the middle of the day with no guilt or judgement.
I love eating ice cream in the middle of the day with no guilt or judgement.
Here's to the next few weeks... wish me luck