The belly. Oh is it growing. I'm finding myself farther & farther away from the sink as I wash dishes. A swift leg kick/pump helps me get off the bed every morning (and about three times in the middle of the night for potty breaks, too.) I waddle. Majorly. And I think she's going to be early.
I don't know what it is but I just have this feeling that sooner than later in the next six weeks my baby will want to be born. I might be wrong. But it's just this feeling. And I am so not ready. I mean, I do have all the stuff. It's just all piled in a closet.
I want to have at least some sort of order before she gets here. And time is sifting like sand through my fingers. I love it. I love that I'll have that little girl in my arms so very soon. I just want to have my head not in this place of wackadoodleness.
Side View:And I guess the only other thing on my mind today is that yesterday alone I had three different people respond with an assuming ugly tone "you're done now" when they hear I am finally having our girl. I never said we were done. I never said we weren't. But FYI just do not assume that because I have three boys and am now supposed to be having a girl that we must have only been trying for a girl all along and now that we "got her" we are done.
There. I said it. That feels better.
Oh, and also last night someone actually pointed and said "look at her belly button!" I'm a show, I tell you.
Belly 32 weeks.