This week I've been pregnant for longer than I'll be pregnant. If that makes any sense. And god willing.
Although I also think, while inducing is not ideal, it's what I might do if he's not making any moves to come out by his due date.
I feel like, I love you, little dude, but I want you out. I love you, but I've had enough already. I want my body back. Fuck, I want my mind back.
Lately, I think I'm less crazy, and Nick agrees. But then I wonder if we've both just gotten used to it?
It's impossible to tell from the inside.
And some days I think, wow, only 19 weeks and we actually get to see the little human! And other days I think, nine-fucking-teen long ass weeks. Plus nursing. I will never have my goddamn body back.
Also, he's now the length of a carrot or banana (take your pick).
This week, my stomach really really started sticking out. It protrudes more as the day wears on. In these pics, you're seeing me fresh out of bed and as small as I get.
I came in Monday and everyone was all, "You got more pregnant over the weekend!"
It's not yet significantly more inconvenient when I'm walking around - except for the fact that I need it to stop being so damn cold because, well, one, I hate it, and two, my coats are getting to the edge of their capacity. I've had to resew buttons.
But while it's more to haul around during the day, it bugs most at night. When I lie down on my side, it flops.
It doesn't make that noise out loud. Just in my head.
The out loud noise is the grunt sound I make when I do pretty much anything that involves getting up, sitting down, bending over, hauling myself into bed, out of bed, rolling over in bed. . .
You get the picture. And it's notaprettyone.
Oh! Also, and this is pretty, in response to yesterday's hatefulness of everything but possibly puppies and rainbows, Foggy Dew sent me this cute lil' picture. He said I could post it as long as he didn't have to explain. . .Happy weekend everyone!