My belly resembles a wave pool. Sometimes she pushes so hard it hurts. Sometimes she kicks so forcefully it tickles.
I'm out of breath. All the time.
My hips hurt when I sleep on either side (yes, I have a fantastic body pillow) and I can't breathe right laying on my back, even on an incline. I guess frequent awakenings is nature's way of prepping me for what's to come. Sigh.
My spirits are high highs or low lows. I know my moodiness doesn't affect just me...my boys are troopers, although they probably think I'm crazy. If I can't finish my coffee a beast seems to rise within me. "Reasoning" with three year olds is hard in itself; but "reasoning" with three year olds while pregnant and impatient takes the challenge to new heights. And don't get me started on multiple attempts to potty train (1 boy done, 1 boy to go!) and dealing with human waste clean up...
Some days I'm a nesting, cleaning, organizing mad woman. Other days it's all I can do to keep my eyes open.
I caved and bought a box of iced strawberry Pop-Tarts the other day.
I think I've given myself my last pedicure for a while. Folded in half, trying to reach my toes around a big ol' belly has gotten tough. But we're at the beach (!!!!!!!!!!), so it was necessary:)
On the days I actually make it to the gym (hello, 0% motivation) it figures that to my right is the youngest, skinniest, prettiest girl in class. She's also tan, toned, and in cute, fitted workout gear. To my left is another girl talking about how her ..."prom was JUST six years ago. Oh my gosh! Trying saying, "15 years ago, sweetheart." :)
Here's what is 100% safe to say to a pregnant woman: "You look great!"
Not: "You're so big!" "You're not little mommy anymore, you're big mommy!" "Wow, that baby girl has really popped out!" "You're looking wider and wider these days!" "So how much weight have you gained?" "Wow, and you have two months to go..."