You know your 40 weeks pregnant when you don’t bend over, anymore. EVER. I’m waddling around, looking like a combination of a penguin and whale. Baymax or the Pillsbury Dough boy come to mind as visuals. I’m WAY past looking like I just ate too many tacos. I’m starting to see where my “well-meaning” neighbor said it looked like I swallowed a basketball. 40 weeks pregnant and still walking my dog wondering if my water is breaking, or its just my bladder feeling like exploding…or worse yet, sneezing then peeing at the same time. Welcome to motherhood right—losing control of my bodily instincts has become a rite of passage. 40 weeks pregnant and any type of physical movement comes with weird sound effects—either me out of breath, moaning, groaning, sighing or straight up whining!
I was awake until 4AM watching my dog, husband & toddler all sleep soundly while it felt like daggers were being rammed into my back. Thanks baby girl—is this payback for not having your name ready? I’m to the point where I automatically answer my phone or see a neighbor and greet them with, “still pregnant” because I know their question is coming!