I can honestly say I’m in bed for at least 7 hours every night but the shooting pains on whichever hip I am laying on make the actual hours of sleep much, much less.
I recently realized I do have stretch marks.
Obviously walking uphill is not pleasant but walking downhill puts a new strain on holding things together in the area below the belt.
The only mirrors available in the house during all this construction only shows me from the shoulders up. I guess that could actually be a good thing but I have to confirm with Mike that I can leave the house like this. The rest of the time, I’m going by “feel”.
Leaning forward at my desk makes my back feel better but kicks off the heartburn.
The days of guiltless snacking and desserting are numbered and accountability is around the corner.
I hate having to be prepared for the little one to arrive early or late.
How many more weeks again?!?!