And look, I managed one with a smile:
Not too much exciting/different this week, so I thought instead of the usual update, we could play a little game of...
"You know you're eight months pregnant when..." (according to Amber Mendoza)
- You drop something on the floor, eye it for several seconds, and walk away muttering, "Forget it."
- Inspecting your belly with a hand mirror to determine if you have stretch marks yet becomes a daily event. (For the record, no, not yet!)
- You get out of breath walking to the bathroom.
- Rolling over in bed requires a plan and careful execution. And momentum.
- You think it's a "awesome" night when you only get up four times to pee.
- You seriously consider asking your husband to put your socks on for you.
- You sit, and your belly sits on your lap.
- You tear up at a YouTube video of a baby polar bear taking his first steps.
- Your belly accidentally closes kitchen drawers for you.
- You have no idea what your toenails look like anymore.
- You bump down the thermostat every time you walk past and hope the hubby doesn't realize it's now 57 degrees in the house. (Hm, he's wearing a parka indoors...maybe he does notice?)
- Jeans are now classified as "dressing up."
- You would seriously consider climbing onto a medieval stretching rack in order to relieve the pain in your ribs and back.
- At any given moment, your belly looks like a scene from "Alien."
- You protect your food like a rabid raccoon and actually growl if the hubby asks, "Can I have a bite?"
- Baby kicks hurt.
- You rotate through the same half-dozen shirts because nothing else fits anymore.
- You grunt. A lot. Involuntarily.


Haha - loved it! You are SO close to holding that precious bundle in your arms (yay!!!)
ReplyDelete[And is it really 57 in your house?? Brr.] ;-)