Ah yes, there it is. 31 week belly.
“Heeeeeeey fat girl!” Said the funny homeboy on my way to the airport the other day. I just laughed. It was a compliment right? He told me I was “stylin and profilin.” A quick urban dictionary search said it means to “have class; so fresh and so clean.” Well okay then. I’ll take it.
Soooo…at the risk of being a little TMI I have to explain something. I mean I thought I had escaped it this time around but noooo…it’s come back full force in the last week or so. And it hurts. A lot.
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t one to complain. Pregnancy is good to me. Aside from the pukes earlier on, I’ve had it easy. But I have to warn people if they see me out in public waddling around like I’ve been riding a horse non stop for 12 days straight.
Click click and read all about it. I had this with my other full term pregnancies and read that it just gets worse each time. Sweetness!
So today I walked up the stairs and gasped in pain. I climbed into the car and cringed. I have to get dressed sitting down as if I’m 90 years old with bad hips. And yes, I waddled around like a sad, fat duck because my bones feel like they are literally grinding together.
But hey other than that, it’s going great! No really. It’s not something I whine about a lot or wish for my pregnancy to go by more quickly because I am cherishing this time with my baby boy. Just him and me!