I am currently 6 months pregnant with a kid the size of watermelon. Yesterday I had two people comment that I must be “ready to pop” any day now. Um, no, I’ve still got 3 more months but thanks for implying that my belly is enormous. That’s just what every pregnant woman wants to hear.
This has not been an easy pregnancy for me. I suffered from horrible
morning all-day sickness and fatigue for the first 16 weeks. I could barely get off the couch. And then at about 5 months, I started having awful back pain that threatened to put me right back in my warm little corner of the sofa. I think I’ve finally gotten that under control with the help of my chiropractor and a new exercise routine.
As tired and exhausted as I feel, sleep eludes me. Never again will I tell a first-time pregnant mama to “get all the sleep you can before the baby comes.” The sleep stops long before you give birth. Long, long, before. Last night I’m pretty sure my little watermelon baby did a complete 360ยบ over a period of about an hour. Have I mentioned the baby is a boy? I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I’m definitely not ready for this.
