28 Weeks

Here I am at 28 weeks. I find myself longing for summer to be here (or at least a warm spring), so I can sport cotton skirts and gouchos. As much as I love my maternity jeans, they are becoming slightly uncomfortable to wear as an all-day outfit.

Upon getting a belly, I was warned by many friends that random strangers would find it their duty to rub pregnant bellies. However, I haven’t really had this happen just yet. Although I was caught off guard while at the grocery store, when a middle-aged man saw me rubbing my sore belly and commented, “Rubbing it for good luck?” To add to this, Ryan now likes to use endearing nicknames, such as this morning, his “little pot-bellied pig” (he also assured me many people have pot-bellied pigs as pets because they’re so cute). But don’t worry, before anyone decides to jump in on my behalf, I am aware he does this all in fun (most of the time I know this), and he makes sure to tell me frequently that he thinks I am a beautiful pregnant woman.

My biggest discomfort right now is the middle of my back. Torture for me is to be stuck in the car for too long. Especially in other peoples’ cars, where I usually don’t feel the freedom to accomodate myself to the more comfortable position of laying on my side. My sleeping routine now includes waking to go to the bathroom a minimum of two times, sleeping with a pillow either in between my legs or tucked underneath my belly, and then a constant switching of which side I sleep on (Ryan complains that the nightly result of this is that I steal the covers). If you would have told me I had this to look forward to, I would have dreaded it. To my surprise though, I don’t complain too much, because I usually wake up feeling rested each morning. And this, I truly make a point to appreciate, because I know I don’t have much longer to claim that I feel “rested”.

’Til next week…