Ya know, when you reach this stage of pregnancy (and especially if you have two in there), I don’t begrudge anyone who sniggers at me. I seriously don’t. I look funny. I move funny. I’m awkward. I grunt when I try to stand up, and I URGENTLY have to go pee like clockwork at a minimum every 2 hours throughout the night.
Now granted, the relief I feel once ‘relieved’ is in no way directly proportionate to the amount I have expelled. Nooooooo. It’s at best a trickle, people. Or, as it were, a piddle. Like a little puppy, really. But immensely, immensely satisfying.
I’m even laughing at myself. I caught sight of myself in a window at the General yesterday. While just a rendering on a laptop touch pad (so, ya know, really rough), this is approximately what I saw when I looked sideways:
Shocking, when you just randomly catch site of yourself. No wonder I catch my hubby doing double takes. No wonder he can’t help himself from the occasional chuckle. And yes, no wonder I laugh at myself. ‘Cause people, it’s just funny!
BTW – Baby A is now 4lb 3oz and Baby B is 3lb 8oz (but likely heavier, as her abdomen measurement can skew their results) and we are at 33 weeks today.
Have a great weekend!