You know you're 8 months pregnant when:
- It takes you five minutes to put on your socks. Then another five minutes for your shoes. Despite the cold, flip flops have been sounding really inviting lately...
- You ponder how much you really need those last few socks at the bottom of the washing machine, because reaching in far enough to grab them would require a lot more effort than you're willing to exert.
- Baby kicks you in the ribs, nudges your pelvic bones, and punches you in the cervix - all at the same time.
- Shaving your legs on a regular basis has become a thing of the past.
- It's easier to sit down and stand up if you grunt loudly while you're doing it.
- You spend more time at night peeing than you do sleeping.
- When you drop something on the floor, you actually ponder whether it's worth picking up.
- If you decide to pick it up, you first try to do so with your feet.
- If the feet don't work and you actually have to bend down to pick it up, you squat like a sumo wrestler.
- Turning to the side to squeeze through a small space just doesn't work anymore.
- You don't realize your toddler is standing right in front of you because your belly blocks the view.
- You can't fit into public restroom stalls unless they're the handicap stalls.
- You squat down to look at something on the bottom shelf at the store, then suddenly realize that you have no idea how to get back up again. You end up grabbing at the upper shelves and pulling yourself back up.
The sad thing is that most of these aren't even exaggerations.
5 comments:
So true!
I can't believe you're already 8 months pregnant! Time flies when you're not the pregnant one. :)
I agree with Sarah. I can't believe you are eight months pregnant either!!! Wow! You are too funny! It made me remember the good ol' third trimester days!
Oh, SO TRUE! The last couple of times I shaved my legs, I told myself: this is the last time; I'm just going to wear long pants and long skirts. It just gets uncomfortable with the prickles and I end up doing it again.
And you can't forget the ones that aren't physical: if you don't put it on the calendar within 30 sec, you WILL forget when that obscure appointment is. And the crazy binges of both cravings and nestings. Yeah, 8 months is a hoot!
Haha. So true, so true. I remember those days! Hope this next month goes by fast.
Amen! I'd love to say that I'm over all that, but when you're holding a baby 24/7, pretty much the same stuff applies. :-)
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