Belly Progress

Today I had another OB appointment. Things were fine, as usual. Philo's movement is slowing down, I think, but that's understandable. He doesn't have as much room as he used to. My doctor asked me if I felt much bigger, and I said no, just heavier. I feel like my belly hasn't grown at all, I just feel like I'm lugging around a lot more poundage than I used to.

That being said, here's a fuzzy shot I took of myself. I'm 32 weeks along. I feel like such a tank today.

And an aerial view. This is what I see when I look down...a whole lot of belly and a little bit of Mike's boots.


I've heard that eventually you can't see your feet, which seems odd to me. I can still see mine. Granted, I have to bend over, but they're visible. I'm not sure if the day will come when I can't see them at all, or if other people are just too unmotivated to work to see their feet.

I have to go out and buy more maternity clothes pretty soon. What a cruel joke. They're all elastic and stretchy and forgiving through most of your pregnancy, but right when you're in your third trimester and feeling all big and self-conscious, they stop fitting. Dammit. I'm going to just wrap myself in a bed sheet, toga-style, for the next eight weeks.