Imagine that you are a big balloon. Someone is filling you with air. At first it's no big deal, you just feel and look a little bigger. But soon you are feeling so stretched out that it hurts. Like a lot.
That would be me. My belly is sore almost all the time. When I see myself, sometimes I wonder why more people don't rub my belly for good luck.
She's due in 7 weeks. April 20th. I hope she doesn't come that soon, though. I have it in my romantic heart that she'll come April 24th. That's the day Jeffree and I got engaged 2 years ago. It's also Easter Sunday. I like the idea of having a little Easter bunny to bring home.
She likes to wiggle and listen to her Daddy sing her lullabies. She isn't comfortable at night and no matter what position I'm in, she'll push against the bed. She's already wearing out her mother and giving her headaches. But I suppose when I finally see how cute she is, I won't even remember the headaches. We're excited to see our little girl.