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Mark this day as the day I opened a door into my belly. It's amazing how quickly one forgets how much room you have in front (or lack thereof). Up until now, miraculously, I have been pretty good about banging into things. That is not to say I have not been a klutz here and there, but I haven't inflicted harm on myself.
Speaking of being a klutz, there is actually a reason I am a huge dropper as of late. Did you know the hormones make your muscles relax so the gripping factor ain't what it used to be. So, it's not just me.... I am assuming those hormones work themselves back into shape when the baby arrives. Let's not dwell on that...
I am already vertically challenged and now horizontally blessed. It's HARD reaching things in the cabinets when you have to stand back too. I may work on perfecting the side reach...When cooking I now have to hold my arms out like Barbie. But with that challenge also comes the bonus of having a shelf for your food when eating in front of the TV. Uh, I mean, when having John recite poetry while I eat....(although he DOES have the accent for that stuff)
I have noticed this before, but I noticed it enough to want to blog about it today: the baby isn't always equally distributed in the belly. I think Olivia was on her side today as my left side stuck out more than my right. (Just as I was showing John the freakishness that is my belly, she kicked! Way to perform for Daddy!) I wish I could tell just by feeling what position she is in (aka head-up or down). I think I am going to ask the doctor tomorrow morning. Sometimes everything feels like it could be the top of her head...
I still have yet to play the 3am-go-to-the-store-and-get-your-pregnant-wife-the-treat-she-craves card. I am trying to decide what I would want that badly...because you KNOW I am going to play that card. The only real regrets one has in life is the things they didn't do....
The baby room still has not taken shape. I am beginning to wonder when my nesting urge will kick in. I'll keep you posted...