I love feeling my little dude kick and wiggle in my belly. I don’t remember Aurora being as active as her little brother has been and it’s nice to get to experience an active baby.
It’s a little scary sometimes too, like when I’m in the middle of training and it feels like he’s trying to claw his way out through my belly button. Or when my belly looks like a triangle for half the day because he pushed his butt or something out so far he made a right angle. He’s a pretty silly kid.
I’m not entirely positive if he has dropped yet but I do know that my pelvis feels like it forgot how to function properly…everything has. I can’t stand without almost falling over. I can’t walk without waddling. I can’t sit without slouching. Even moving a little feels like dying a lot. I am SO pregnant and I know this for a fact because my loving and adorable husband often says, “Woah, you’re pregnant!” as if he’s just realizing it. Mhm, obviously I love that.
Yesterday a woman in my training class told me that I don’t look pregnant from the neck up. I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing. I’m not positive what I would look like if my face looked pregnant but it’s definitely a compliment I’ll take.
In fact, I’ll take any compliment I can get these days. It’s hard out there for a pregnant mama. I feel like I’ve aged 20 years, gained 100 lbs., had a million pimples surface and slept a total of 4 hours in the last 8 months.
Speaking of sleep, I desperately need a nap of some sort.
As always, thanks for reading lovely people. ❤