6 months

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged anything lately….honestly, I haven’t been in a bloggy mood, and not very much has changed- other than the size of my stomach.  I think today’s post might be a bit of a word vomit-fest (thank you Toni for that lovely term) since pregnancy brain has rendered my thinking skills completely useless!! So bear with me…

Lately I’ve been dealing with back and hip pain, along with the inability to sleep very well.  I went to the chiropractor who readjusted me the best she could, informed me that my right leg is shorter than my left, and that my bump is pretty big for only 6 months.  Uhhh…ok, thanks lady- I already feel like a fat cow, no need to remind me.  On that note, I think I might invest in some yoga pants since I’m constantly pulling up my maternity pants and it’s not like I can wear a belt –that would just look silly, not to mention uncomfortable as heck.   Speaking of investments, our new memory foam mattress pad should be arriving today and I’m REALLY hoping it gives me some much needed comfort and relief. 

Now, as far as being pregnant in the latter months, I’ve come to realize it’s easier to get away with certain things.  (And no, I’m not taking advantage of it or using it as an excuse to be lazy.)  I haven’t figured out if A.) people just want to be nice to us preggos,  B.) they’re scared of the wrath that may follow if they were to not comply, or C.)  they just simply prefer not to see us struggle.  Eh…who cares.  I don’t have to get in and out of the car as much anymore as long as hubby is driving, I don’t have to lift heavy things anymore, I get to take pillows into the movie theater with me, I get to take naps whenever I dang well please, and I’m sure there’s plenty of other things- I just can’t remember right now.

Anyways, lil’ man seems to be doing just fine –he’s quite the mover lately.  If I get up in the middle of the night he gives me a few jabs and then goes back to sleep.  He seems to be developing his own little routine and personality already.  At the last check up, the Dr tried to check for his heartbeat but he decided otherwise and started kicking the sonogram wand.  Ha!  98 days ‘till we get to meet him….

TIP:  Watch what you say to a woman, pregnant or not, she may be highly offended.  Especially if you comment on her ever-growing size, if you criticize the baby names, criticize what she eats, rub her belly without consent, invite yourself to the delivery of her child, or try to invoke your parenting practices on her.