I. Am. Over. Being. Pregnant.

Why?

The novelty is gone. Yeah, it was cute when BDR started moving around and kicking and stuff. Now, though, when she moves it's more likely than not to kind of hurt a lot, especially now that her little bottom's buried up in my ribcage.

Sudden lack of ability to breath. There's the fetal-induced crushing of my lungs, and also this delightful chest cold KJ brought home with him. It's amazing: I spend hours upon hours with little kids who are dripping in funky green snot and coughing without covering their mouths, and Kevin's the one who brings all sickness into our house. What's wrong with those Stanford students?

Location of stomach and liver on breastbone. Result: indigestion and pain.

Exhaustion. Which would be OK, if I weren't in such denial about it.

Ininterestedness in food of most kinds, including ice cream. In part due to indigestion and exhaustion, but also because, really, where's it going to go? My stomach's so jammed up, it's probably the size of a pea.

Inability to carry stuff. I checked out dozen books at the library and was unable to carry them to my car. I had to sit down and catch my breath. I felt really defeated.

The problem is, I've suddenly become more pregnant. I didn't realize it happened so quickly, but on Tuesday Kevin took a look at me and said, "man, you're a lot more pregnant today." And he was right.

Before this week, people would ask, "when's the baby due?" and I'd say, "early May," and they'd say, "wow, you don't look that pregnant.


This week, when people ask, their reply is, "really? You look like you're going to burst!"

Then, I think of all of the stuff we haven't exactly done for BDR yet, like set up the crib or buy a car seat.

Then, I work on knitting a superfluous cardigan for her.