Beep..Beep..Beep..wide load coming through.
This is one of the biggest things about being at the end of
my pregnancy. I feel, and I am,
huge.
The elastic on my maternity pants no longer fits over my
belly, so now I rely on leggings, yoga pants, and sweatpants.
Rolling over in bed is not so simple anymore, and neither is
getting out of bed.
I cannot bend over.
Drop something? It stays on the
ground. Shoelaces untied? Beg husband to
tie them, or switch to slip-ons.
Trying to squeeze through a space that would have been no
problem before? Problem now.
Only getting my winter coat zipped if I don’t have a lot of
layers on and can stretch it just far enough.
Wearing husbands t-shirts so that I don’t show my mid-drift
in public.
For a few more weeks, until baby Tomlinson arrives, this
will be my daily struggle, but at the end there will be a beautiful baby and I’m
sure it will all be worth it!
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