Here's what I've noticed:
- He moves all day long, and we're not talking about the little taps that I used to get, but full on rolls and kicks that leave me feeling like I've been in a boxing match with Mike Tyson.
- I have to pee 95 times a day. Okay, 95 times may be a slight exaggeration, but the number of times I pee in 1 day is getting out of control. We may have to look into adult diapers.
- I can't sleep, and I like sleep, I like 8 hours of sleep. But does my body realize this is the last time in probably forever that I'll be able to enjoy a full nights rest? No. Instead I wake up every 2 hours and can't fall back asleep because my mind starts racing with all the things we need, like onesies. For some reason I'm really worried about onesies. Do I have enough onesies, and how many onesies do we even need. Should I just get white ones, and where should I put them? In the top drawer, or find some other space to store them. Yeah...onesies.
- Bending over is impossible. From putting on socks and tying my shoe laces, to trying to get out of bed, I can no longer make a 90 degree angel with my body to save my life - and it's humiliating, in a way Drew finds hysterical.
Just another sign of this growing little guy is my ever expanding belly at 33 weeks and 5 days.
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