I am in the middle of week 32. I tell people I am in my eighth month and they either think that I am delivering in four weeks or that there are more than four weeks in a month. I watched The Blind Side at the theater earlier this week over Chinese New Year and teared up throughout the whole thing – even when nothing particularly tear jerking was going on. Darn hormones.
My belly is getting bigger – to the point where Matt wants to know just how big it is going to get.
I am getting used to dirtying my five maternity outfits – due to aforementioned belly I have this ‘built-in’ shelf that is perfect for catching crumbs. I caught myself talking to a colleague yesterday (walking to his desk) with crumbly business everywhere. Too bad I cannot feed birds with my newfound skill.
I suppose that I have a future of dirty(ish) clothes to look forward to over the next few years or so.
Chubster ankles seem to be de rigueur these days – I think one day that I slept 12 hours was when they went away completely.
As of this morning I am vowing not to eat sugar again – its physiological effects are no longer worth it to me. Well, as of this morning anyway.
I feel I am blabbering on. Can’t imagine writing my piece de resistance while being this pregnant.
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