Waiting Game

No, I haven't popped yet. Friends have been sms-ing and asking if I have. Due date: 23 July. Am hoping she decides to pop out by next week. Getting too big and cumbersome to move myself around comfortably. I look and feel like a whale. An unsightly whale with red splotches all over my legs and thighs. Luckily my face is still intact, so far. Still, I managed 2 movies this week and realized why some friends prefer GSC seats over TGV or Cineleisure: they are more reclined. Which for me, was not as comfortable in my current state.

She moves so much now am wondering if she is just trying to remind me constantly that she exists. She doesn't need to actually; how could I not notice? Am trying not to look at myself in the mirror to much. Hard thing to do when the first thing I see is myself reflected in three different angles off my three-panel dressing table when I walk out the bathroom. I should just throw a towel or a huge sheet over the mirrors.

Yesterday my sis exclaimed about the red splotches on the backs of my thighs. Well, at least they're not in my direct line of sight. I sleep as close to the edge of the bed as I can so I can conveniently roll myself out of bed in the mornings. I've discovered that having a sizeable rack is more bother than anything else; other than being big and cumbersome and collecting sweat, crumbs from the biscuits or snacks I eat tend to fall into the crevice that is my cleavage. At the end of the day, when I remove my bra, I find all manners of bits of food falling out. Gross. That probably goes for my table manners too.

On the other hand, I can rest a plate on my belly while I have my PBJ sandwich, provided she decides not to move and shove the plate off the side.

Like I said, I can't wait.