You ask DH to wax your legs for you (which you know will be more painful than the shop lady) because the thought of driving down to the mall and getting them done requires a nap in itself.
You never knew you owned THAT many pillows! and your bed and couch look like a harem due to them all being there.
you could get dressed........ but whats the point?
you keep walking your bump into a chair or bench and hitting it thinking you surely had more room than that... at least a metre!
the amount of people that say things like "oh you look ready to hatch, pop, go, or *insert any other term of expulsion of the baby out of the womb here*"
when the shop lady asks how far you have to go and they have a shocked look on their face and say "and you are still able to go out?" like it looks physically impossible to stand up straight with all that weight out the front.
If you try to look down and see if your bikini line has ingrown hairs (from the wax 30 weeks ago!) and you feel nauseas cos you are nearly upside down and choking on your belly.
your cat sleeps on your bump and is so used to it that she doesnt bat an eyelid when she gets a kick in the face from said bump.
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks