This is such an odd and unflattering photo. So of course I had to post it.I'm not sure what is going on here. What am I doing? I'm not a hair flipper; I don't even have flippy hair.
My tummy is now big enough that I get congratulated on the street. If Nick is with me, he gets congratulated. People I pass look at my stomach and then up in my face and beam at me. Women with small children in strollers give me knowing, slightly pitying looks as I waddle by, sweating and panting in the heat.
I've been told that in the scheme my tum is not that big, but to me, the belly carrier, it feels ginormous.
And you know how sometimes you see a bug that has gotten flipped over on its shell? And it is flailing its little legs frantically, but it just can't right itself?
This is me. Every time I struggle to turn over in bed.
I tried drawing a picture of me flailing - several times, in fact - but it invariably looked pornishly like stick-figure masturbation.
Anyway, happy Friday!