Barking Dogs

Another pregnant moment.  Not only are my ankles missing, but now my cute little size 5 1/2 feet are no longer so cute.  Retaining water.  Okay, so it’s only six weeks till delivery and this is the first time I’m getting uncomfortable so it’s probably time that something started to suffer.  Every woman I talk to that has had kids of her own rolls her eyes at me when she finds out that I’m still wearing pants that button when I’m due in December, and they give me a half-hearted, “That’s great!” when I tell them that I never threw up and only just started sleeping with a pillow between my knees.  Still, it’s just so sad when I sit down at the end of the night now and my swollen little puppies whine.  Aww.  Poor things.  So, to all the women who secretly cursed me for surviving so long in a pregnancy with no complications, issues, or illness, I say…It begins.  You win.  Puffy piggies.  Fat feet.  Bulging belly (finally).  Swelling.  Happy?

~ by bylorena on November 9, 2007.