32 Weeks

Today I am 32 weeks along.
I feel enormous.
Though people tell me I don’t look enormous.
I just can’t fathom that this baby will still grow a whole lot more!
I don’t think my stomach can stretch any further.
Baby girl moves around a lot!
It’s super fun to feel the “hard spots” on my belly as she wiggles and stretches.
I can tell she’s running out of room in there – I can feel every movement, and I love it!
Dan can feel her moving around too. It’s fun that he can put his hand on my belly and feel baby girl rolling into a new position. He doesn’t have to wait anymore hoping she’ll kick. I love it!

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Just a few things:

Question: Why do people feel the need to say “just wait until you are so far along!” in response to my symptoms? If someone asks me how I am doing and I give them an honest report of what’s going on, I don’t particularly want to hear “Oh, just wait a few more weeks. Everything will get worse.” First of all, I’m not complaining. I’m just stating what I’m experiencing. Secondly, I already know that the term “it gets worse before it gets better” definitely applies to pregnancy. You may as well try to help me make this a positive experience.

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I recently had an incident where I put on a clean shirt and about two hours later I saw my reflection in the mirror and noticed a large black spot on my shirt through the reflection. I looked down . . . and realized that I couldn’t see it the spot because it was “under” my belly. I would never have known it was there if I hadn’t seen my reflection. I don’t even know what it is or where it came from! It makes me chuckle just a bit!

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Question: Why is it that the fashion faux pas of wearing horizontal stripes is suddenly okay – and maybe even encouraged – for pregnant women? I feel large enough. Why add stripes to make me look even larger than I am?

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The other day we went to the temple. I went to the bathroom before we started. As I was coming out of the stall, I smacked my stomach with the door. Don’t worry, it didn’t hurt, but it sure startled me. I just can’t get used to the fact that I can’t squeeze through small spaces anymore! The really sad thing is that after we were finished I went to the bathroom again – and did the same thing! I use the largest stalls I can find now.

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Last night I had an overwhelming craving for soft serve ice cream. We went to Burger King to get some. And can you believe they don’t serve ice cream?!? I couldn’t believe it. When we asked if they had ice cream, they said, “No, we don’t. But we have pie and cookies.” What kind of substitute is pie and cookies for ice cream, I ask you? We didn’t get anything there. As we were pulling away from the window Dan said, “I should have told them that I have a pregnant wife and she needs ice cream! Hee hee. Then we went to Sonic. I ordered my ice cream and the worker said, “Our ice cream machine is down.” What??? Two different places in town I can’t get ice cream???? We finally went to Dairy Queen. By then I was hungry so I ordered fries too. It’s sure a good thing someone had ice cream. Blasted cravings. As Dan said, “If Dairy Queen doesn’t have ice cream, we are in trouble!”

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I’m getting so excited! I find that I am getting more and more anxious to meet this baby girl! It’s a good thing we have this move coming up to help keep me preoccupied or I’d go crazy!