I feel like I woke up at 32 weeks as wide as a house, or at least a doorway. I’m feeling pressure in places I never have before. My feet feel very distant, and I can barely bend over (thank goodness for a husband who can tie my shoes for me). I still have an innie, because my bellybutton is cavernous, but it’s closer to the surface than ever. Sleeping is getting uncomfortable, walking is getting uncomfortable, sitting for too long is uncomfortable – and all I can think is, 8 more weeks of this?! Yikes.
Finding comfort in nesting, but getting terrified by reading the book It Sucked and Then I Cried by Heather Armstrong (mom blogger at Dooce, who has a 5 year old and is only a week or 2 ahead of me in her second pregnancy). There’s a long, tired road ahead, and I’ll just try to enjoy my baby while he’s still in there and not screaming.