I've been hearing this a lot lately. And I've been getting a lot of "you must be so ready!" and "any day now!"
|Hmm, maybe these horizontal stripes |
aren't doing me any favors ...
But the thing is, I'm only 27 weeks pregnant. With 13 long weeks ahead of me, I'm barely flirting with my third trimester. And I'm ok with that. I'm still pretty comfortable (unlike poor Mama J!) and honestly, we need those 13 weeks to get our lives in order. We're crazy enough to be going ahead with a home renovation during this time, and I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that contractors aren't at my house when I go into labor. Plus, S starts her new preschool in mid-September, and we need that month of transition time to settle everyone into the new schedule before life turns upside down again.
It sure is, lady. It's ok that I'm huge. It's ok that shirts that had fit during my entire first pregnancy no longer cover my belly. It's ok that I can't put the dishes away on the higher shelves because I can't get close enough to the cabinets. And it's ok that my pregnancy waddle is kicking in early. I'm ok with it, because I know that my baby girl is ok with it. With the extra square footage, she flips and shimmies inside of me, growing bigger and stronger by the day.
So yeah, I've popped. And I'm kind of proud of it.