Well, THAT was unpleasant...

Can I just mention: this is what I looked like exactly two years ago.

It's not right, is it. It's just not right.

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38 Weeks... just for shock value

When I caught sight of myself side-on in the mirror the other day, I realised anew why strangers tend to stare (at best) or do a special double-take-with-gasp (at worst) when they see me these days.

If you look closely – which frankly, I don't recommend – you'll see that my poor overworked shirt can't even cover the whole stretch panel of my maternity jeans anymore.

It's all getting a bit unfortunate, really.

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34 Weeks, still standing (barely...)

And I thought 28 weeks was grim...

On Friday I have to go in for another ultrasound growth study on Kickbaby, to see what he's up to now. And how large he is.

If this goes on much longer, I'm going to have to buy bigger maternity clothes again – because I'm bursting out of the shirts I have. I can hardly bear the thought.

Things I'm looking forward to, in no particular order:
1) wearing normal clothes (and fitting into more than four outfits)
2) sleeping on my stomach
3) rolling over in bed
4) breathing easy
5) Pinot Grigio
6) sushi
7) going out in public sans comments, stares and 20-Questions
8) running
9) real workouts
10) shopping for something other than shoes
11) playing on the floor with Berry, without seriously wondering how I'll get up again
12) a cocktail or five (okay, two)
13) no midnight leg cramps
and last but not least –
14) holding Kickbaby, and saying, Hello there, what took you so long...?