Tummywatch Tuesday: 23 Weeks
Check it out: 23 weeks! Apparently this is the point in my pregnancy where I begin discovering random stains and globs of food on my stomach. I’m not sure whether it’s because that stomach now sticks out far enough to collect stray material or because normally, my stains are lying flat against by body, where I notice them less. Regardless, it makes me want to wear lipstick. Because who notices an Africa-shaped salad dressing stain on a woman’s giant belly when her mouth is done up in a perky shade of red? Everyone, probably. But I am not above trying my hand at distraction tactics.
Because this is a place designated to relating how my pregnancy feels, at the risk of sounding like a big ol’ complainer I will tell you it feels painful. In my ribs and my lower back specifically. Which, honestly, kind of pisses me off, as it seems way too early in my pregnancy to start feeling this way. Especially since I just recently got over
morning all day sickness. My attempts at pain relief so far include walking, yoga and miscellaneous stretching, icing and sleeping with a pillow between my legs. If nothing changes, soon I will move on to massage and possibly a chiropractor specializing in the Webster Technique. Suggestions welcome.
Little Girl is now the size of an eggplant, according to Parents.com’s week-by-week babytracker. Grow, girlie, grow! Her brother-to-be has been an absolute joy lately, which sometimes makes me wonder if I’m insane. What to do when your toddler finally naps reliably, sleeps through the night, manages stairs on his own, uses the word “please” to communicate his wants and plays on his own for long stretches of time? Start over from square one with another kid, of course! Big. Fat. Sigh.
But these same things also make me think that the timing is perfect. Roy’s growing independence frees my time enough to pay attention to another and my hands enough to hold another. Plus, he’ll be a fabulous helper. The boy just loves to help. To “help,” too, but the need to use quote marks fades each day.
Regardless of how I feel, mentally or physically, she’s another week closer to being here. So I’m all about savoring my time with my little toddler, while he’s still my only one. What a bonus that he’s in the midst of a dreamboat phase. He’s so sweet at the moment, there are times when I can actually relax off the parent bit—the redirecting and preparing and monitoring—and just hang out and enjoy his company. Yep, the pain is definitely worth it.
Eggplant image credit: Mike Dieter
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