This is not easy. This is my 31 week, 2 days belly and we've got 6 more weeks of growth here. First off, what will I wear? Not even Perris' tshirts will hold me through. I'm not kidding, the ONLY thing that will fit me is my nightgown.
I rarely leave the house anyway, so who'd care ;) haha oh dear what a sight that would be. That poor girl in the picture with puffy face, bum, and feet. She's lucky too, I know.
I moan All through the night. Rotating from one side to the other is a process when your public bone is extremely sore. I potty twice. I keep tums next to my bed. Sometimes I wake up and can't go back to sleep, though I'm extremely tired!
No doctor has put me on bedrest, but really I have myself. I shall sit and gestate. Like a hen. I ache to be doing sooooo many other things, but everything hurts. And that's just the truth. But I'm healthy and so are the boys. The bod is just getting tired of all this extra weight. Amen, bod.
Six weeks isn't that long, normally. As a missionary, my life revolved around six week periods. But without outings and long hours of laying and sitting and reclining...the days are very long. But six weeks shall pass.
Wade told me today that he, his dad, and all his brothers (by name!) would run a marathon together when they got older and me and abuela would watch and "woo" for them. Loved that.
I cried like 4 times today and every time Hank looked at me with such deep concern saying "Mommy? Mommy?" staring at me, brows furrowed. Right before I was about to burst into tears another time Wade looked at me and said, "whys your face so red?" Bless him. Then I burst into tears. He didn't quite know how to handle that and immediately left the room. He shortly came back and stayed sitting next to me on the bed for a long time after that, in almost a protective, comforting way.
Look at them. I love seeing this. They'll look at Waldo books together like this, too. So adorable.
