Ugh! The stretchmarks are sneaking up on me. I thought that I might escape them (I don't know why), but no. They are appearing on my belly and thighs. No amount of belly oil is going to fight them off. Oh, well.
Apparently my baby is the size of a butternut squash and weighs about 2.5 lbs. It feels more like a 10lb watermelon in there. There isn't enough room in my abdomen for my stomach, intestines, lungs AND a baby. Last night at bedtime, my dinner kept threatening to come back up and to make matters worse, baby was doing water aerobics or something AND then the cat decided that she needed to make biscuits on my belly. It was all too much. I had to go sit in the recliner in the livingroom until I fell asleep. I have a feeling I'll end up there a lot toward the end of this pregnancy.
Erik was really grumpy at bedtime, too. I had to sit up because my tummy was so upset and he got all mad when I pushed him off of me when he tried to cuddle. I seriously felt like I was going to explode, but instead of being understanding, he just told me that I complain too much. I'd really love to see him be pregnant. Grrr.
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