Yesterday was the first day I felt really big, like belly-in-my-way big. I know I still have a long way to go, and that it’s only getting larger from here, which is a bit unnerving. How will I lace up my boots?
I continue to marvel at the deep connection I feel with our child. Yesterday night, at the midnight showing of Harry Potter, I found myself concerned about him. Would the scary music unnerve him? Did I freak him out when I nearly jumped out of my seat at one point? This was no show for a baby, why had I brought him?
I find sleeping on my side extremely difficult. I feel so much more comfortable on my back. But I’ll wake up, and find myself on my back, and then worry that I’ve been cutting off vital nutrients to my child as a result of compromising my vena ceva, so I’ll turn to my side, but as soon as I start to nod off my body just slips back to my back sleeping position. I hope my unconscious selfish desire to sleep well doesn’t effect my child.
I watched an episode of “Deliver Me” yesterday, and cried and cried. I’m not sure if it was the miracle of watching them pull the baby out, or the pain she was obviously experiencing, or just my sheer fear of what might occur for me in three months.
Only three more months folks!