Here we are at week 32. I'm at the point now where, when people ask me how much longer I have until the baby comes and I tell them 2 months, they look at me in amazement/wonder/disbelief and then make some comment along the lines of "But you're so BIG!" Sure, some are a little more tactful than that (and some aren't), but that's what they're really saying.
Punks.
Okay, not really. Actually, I don't even care. My belly is so tight, especially by the end of the day, that I can barely move. I don't remember how big I am compared to my other pregnancies at this time, but I do know that my belly is definitely tighter. Bending is pretty much not an option anymore. Which means the floors in my home are continuously covered in toy cars, fruit snack wrappers, and other little boy detritus.
Not that it bothers me too much. I can't see below my belly anyway.
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