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Stop Staring, It Is Rude

23 weeks. I only have to go to 39 as that is when the doctor said she would schedule the c-section.

Heartburn abounds. My feet are beginning to swell. My vagina still feels bruised. And my belly is starting to get to the point where crossing my legs is a thing of the past. Don't ask me about shaving....the lower half of my legs are still okay but everything else.....could be scary. (Cue Welcome To The Jungle)

However, I have gotten a nice tan, my hair is growing as are my nails. The tan also helps hide the hairiness. So that is double bonus.

Oh and of course I am getting THOSE looks a lot now. If I hold my back and take deep breaths, I can freak people out because they think I am in labor. When people ask when I am due and I say November I get that, "Oh wow" comment now too. Bite me people.

This is what 23 weeks looks like if you are 4'9" tall and expecting child #3.....please stop crying. I am really fine. Just typical pregnancy stuff that a lot of pregnant women get, regardless of anything else. Things are going good so I can not really complain.

23 Weeks

Comments

tripleZmom said…
Being short and pregnant sucks. No matter what, you always look huge. And I'll never understand why people feel like they should be able to judge how big you are versus when you're due. Don't listen to 'em!
karrie said…
I think you look beautiful, Abby.

(And I remember that bruised feeling--it sucks!)
Judy said…
You do look great. The tan looks good on you. You're reminding me why I don't want to be pregnant again for a long time, though. ;)

I never looked that pretty, or got that glow you have, while pregnant. Actually, I remember a friend who I hadn't seen for a few months coming over when I was about 6 months, and she said, "you know that glow you always hear about women getting when they're pregnant? You don't have it." So sweet.

You have it. You're radiant.

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