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Are We There Yet?

22 weeks. I know I am huge. I know I have a ways to go. I know it looks painful and at times it is. My vagina feels like it is bruised. I am told this is normal for number three and the pressure he/she is putting on my nether regions. My feet are beginning to swell. I picked up a large maternity shirt the other day sure it would be too huge on me. It fit fine. Reality is sinking in.

Emma felt the baby move. I threaten Mark if he bothers me with having to touch my belly. The other day bread crumbs fell down my undershirt I had on and were really bothering me. I lifted up both shirts to get them out and Mark just stared at my stomach as if it were some sort of alien creature. It looks wrong and painful. I will spare everyone any naked belly shots. Unless any of you want them to scare your kids into not ever having sex.

22 Weeks
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Judy said…
Hey, you are getting there now. Time sure flies when it's somebody else's pregnancy!!!
1:29 PM
alimum said…
I think you have a boy in there

Even though you are huge, you are totally glowing.

But I am sorry to hear you are in so much pain.
4:40 PM
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