(This list is longer than the early days and the middle days due to the fact that my belly has taken on epic proportions in this final trimester. And I didn’t believe them when they said I wouldn’t believe just how big it can get…)
Wondering where my feet are.
Not looking forward to putting socks on.
Not remembering why I got up to go to the kitchen although conceivably I had a really good reason. I guess I’ll get a snack while I’m there…
Watching my belly literally take on a life of its own. Is he doing the wave in there?!
Feeling like a druggie with my little baggie of Tums. It’s easier than carrying around the 150-pack.
Knowing a belly growth spurt must be coming because of the fact that I’ve been craving (and eating) meat for 7 days straight. (Even more interesting considering I am a near-vegetarian.)
Noticing that the fronts of most of my shirts are starting to pill. That’s what you get from too much belly rubbing!
Going to look out the window and running into the glass with my belly.
When Roo gets the hiccups. And it rattles my bladder.
Hearing my tummy in its new location up under my rib cage when it rumbles.
Realizing how soft the skin inside my now popped-out belly button is.