I’m not even to 23 weeks yet, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to deal with continuing to expand. I’m not even all that huge. It’s just that every time I sit down, I feel like there’s a giant bowling ball in my mid-section pushing into my ribs and lungs. Food doesn’t fit anymore. I’m getting horrible heart burn, burping and farting ’round the clock without any ability to control it, and my back is absolutely killing me. I sit for more than an hour at a time, and my legs become so stiff I waddle.
I want to emphasize. I don’t even look that big. I still have people who are surprised to find out I am pregnant. BUT. There’s definitely a baby in there. Right now, she’s rapidly approaching a foot in length and a solid pound in weight. I can feel her every kick, wiggle, twist, and punch. I’m a small person. 5’1″ and a size 4. I have no idea how I’m supposed to cram anymore in there. I mean, I know it’s going to have to happen, and I’m looking forward to the day when it actually starts to happen out in front of me instead of, apparently, right up under my rib cage.
It’s just so painful. A friend of mine who’s 10 weeks further along (and 5’8″ and a well-built girl), and when she was at 24 weeks, she was still talking about how much she loved being pregnant. (I have, for the record, never loved being pregnant.) She’s at 32 weeks now, though, and I feel like we have a lot of the same complaints. I’m not sure if our size difference makes a difference, although it seems to me if you have 4+ extra inches in your mid-section lengthwise and probably a little more than that width-wise to fit a baby in, you’d probably be more comfortable.
I’m sorry for the whining, but I’m seriously worried about how I’m supposed to be able to breathe at 40 weeks when I am already struggling to draw a deep one at 23. This hurts.