27 Weeks: Still.
April 14, 2009

As it turns out, twenty-seven weeks feels exactly the same as twenty-six weeks.  EXACTLY THE SAME.


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My belly button is still hemming and hawing and trying to decide whether or not it would like to pop out – or just make believe.  I still cannot tie my shoes and have, in fact, given up shoes with laces altogether.  Ice cream is still delicious.

My breasts are still leaking.  The baby is still kicking and squirming and THUMPING my organs hard enough to wake me up three times each night.  A picture of a sleeping baby still makes me go bat-shit crazy.

I still fart when I laugh too hard.


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The cats are still freaked out when they lay on my belly and the baby kicks them.  I still pee more than a herd of buffalo.  Donald still points at my belly and says “MY BABY’S IN THERE” in a voice that should really only accompany chest-beating.

I still believe that I will miss pregnancy once this baby is born.  There are only thirteen weeks left in my stint as Enormous Pregnant Sloth.  I still enjoy this role.  But I would like the baby to kick the left side of my belly FOR A CHANGE.

Because I’m still feeling a little lop-sided.


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