Pregnancy does not last nine months, people, no matter what They say. Forty weeks – you do the math. What a cruel joke! I feel much bigger this time around, like I have a huge, pointy bullet on the front of my body. This, despite other women insisting I can’t possibly be due next month, and do I want to see pictures of their pregnancies? It doesn’t help that one of the ladies trying to make me feel better was thinking of her own pregnant belly while carrying twins – both seven pounds at that. Okay, you win – I’m not that big!
It’s been fun trying to figure out what to wear in the mornings. As Nikki says, it’s like trying to keep clothes on a basketball! The shirts ride up, the pants roll down – *sigh* And I’m so clumsy! My stomach bumps into things, I keep dropping things on the floor, looking like an idiot while expending all my energy leaning over to pick them up. And cooking… my belly is a safety hazard! Leaning over the griddle one night while making quesadillas, I thought – gosh, my belly feels warm. Yup, it was bumping into the burner. And I’m not getting any sleep, which is great practice for having a newborn in the house.
Every other pregnant woman I know will be un-pregnant before me! Sarah, my friend from high school, just welcomed her baby boy last week (I need to see pictures!). It’s nice being pregnant along with someone you know, and I really wanted to make her something. I had some leftover flannel and chenille and sewed up a few baby wipes, since she also cloth diapers. Then I decided to try something different – a baby bow tie! I looked at a few different tutorials*, combining my favorite aspects of each of them. I love how it turned out and hope she does, too. Since the bow tie is probably supposed to fit an older baby-toddler, I made it more adjustable with some pearl snaps.
I also tried my hand at making some new plushies recently, including the mermaid for Sarah’s daughter so she would have a Big Sis gift.
Since I was one week early with Gwen’s birth and three weeks early with Josiah’s, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll go early again. Is it bad that I’m only counting on being pregnant for another week? Gotta pack my hospital bag!