Lovely Annoyances

Well, my ever expanding belly measures in circumference at a beautiful 43 inches. I love how I can make this known to the world without feeling any guilt or horror over my body image and what I must weigh. In fact, I would post how much I weigh at this very moment (after my healthy servings of Oreos, milk, chips, and salsa), but unfortunately I don't know what that number would be. Yes, I step on the scales regularly at my Doctor appointments but they slide those weights over so fast that I don't even try to keep up. When they tell me I'm "right on target" and my weight "looks good" I feel satisfied, and maybe a little triumphant. I'm sure that bubble would burst when I hear how close I am to the 200 pound mark! So why ruin it?
Despite my ignorance of the actual number describing this...slight weight gain, I am certainly feeling the physical effects of such an addition. There are exactly 12 steps that I must climb in order to get out of the house, find something to eat or, more importantly, go to the bathroom. When you do a certain activity enough times your body will usually become accustomed to it and therefor require less energy and exertion...not so when pregnant! Each stair climb leaves me winded, and my heart beats as though I performed a 30 second sprint! I am grateful for these stairs, I really think they are helping me keep somewhat physically fit. I try to remember that as I make it to my standing 2 a.m. appointment with "mr. toilet"
You know how when you stub your toe or get a cut on your finger, the injured part seems to always be bumped or re-injured, no matter how careful you are? I've discovered that this is the case with the third trimester and bending over. It's not that it's painful, but it's not the most comfortable position either! There is nowhere else for your already squished internal organs to go and that baby is not moving! The more against bending over I become, the more times bending over becomes necessary. The scarf I need slides mockingly to the floor just as I reach for it, the paper I throw into the trashcan misses...twice, the book I sit down to read jumps off the couch as I try to get comfortable! And then comes Nursery...every Sunday...I love those little kids, but they're just so...little. Lets not worry about that now.
I love this belly of mine! Every time it brushes against a table or counter, every time I use it as a convenient hand rest, every time it is bumped, every time it "bumps" back and yes, every time I have to bend over, I am reminded of this little baby who is working so hard to come out and see us.
Life is good!