According to my calculations in am 30 weeks pregnant. I swear time is stuck on slow. Does it feel slow to everyone else or no? Maybe it's because I only had a small window of time to not be pregnant after Mama. I just can't wait to wear normal clothes. Pants with zippers and buttons and shirts that don't ride up and expose my belly. I can't wait to sleep on my stomach. I am looking forward to being able to run again or even walk fast. I can't do either without feeling like my baby is gonna just fall out. I'd like to have a beer or a glass of wine after a long day. Or how 'bout just be able to have my son wrap his arms around me when he hugs me. It's quite the challenge nowadays.
Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of perks to being pregnant. People are usually nicer. I get to park in the front of the police station versus parking in the employee lot. Which really isn't that bad of a walk. I use my belly as a mini table to prop up a bowl of ice cream or the remote and my cell phone. How about the pregnant girl parking at the mall? I am yet to find a spot. Robert is always willing to go get my craving of the week if I ask him to. If I want to eat lunch twice, everyone understands that the second meal is for the occupant. I guess I shouldn't complain.
Basically, what it comes down to is that I can't wait to hold #3. I can't wait to meet her and look at her teeny tiny face. I can't wait for her to meet her siblings. Bobby will be the big brother and protector and she and Juliana will be best friends. I am just hoping that baby baby looks like me. At this time I am 0 for 2.
I would just like it known that we will NOT be trying for Irish triplets.
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