Holy big belly! I’m now at the stage where strangers walk right up to me and ask if I’m
a) carrying twins
b) about to pop
Luckily, the answer to both is no, but it’s a sign that you are growing by the day (and so am I). Also by the day? Everything is getting tougher. I’d really hoped to be able to keep walking every day until I give birth to you, but it’s becoming a struggle. Getting in and out of bed is a workout and I’m feeling heavy and sore…well, everywhere.
You’re still super active — I do kick counts every night and it’s rare that it takes you more than 15 minutes to kick 10 times. Plus, I know you’re stretching a lot because the sudden and intense heartburn and rib pain now hit me every hour, even through the night. You’re rolling around right now, in fact!
While I’ll admit that these final six weeks or so will be tough, I’m also having a tough time with the knowledge that this is likely the last pregnancy I’ll experience. We are very happy with two beautiful girls, and I think this will complete our family. So I’m treasuring those kicks. I’m trying not to feel too sad that in a month and a half, I’ll have had all of my kids. And I’m enjoying the time that you are safe inside of me, protected from the outside world.
The doctor says you look great — you measured a little big this week, but in the normal range. Your heartbeat is steady and fast and now, we get weekly check-ins until your delivery day!
I love you more than I can really describe. You are part of my heart, little one. We can’t wait to welcome you.