Loving the Bump

I promise I wasn’t bemoaning my bump the other day, because I really do love it. I could sit and quite smugly stroke it all day. And now I have the added fascination of not only being able to feel Bobette (Garylina) move, but I can see her too. The wild and somewhat freaky undulations of my tummy have distracted me from many a chore. (Right now she is mostly curled to the left, leaving my bump a little lopsided.)

As she always has her head firmly down in all the pictures and for all the examinations (like a good girl) I’m assuming she is like one of those break-dancers who spins on their heads flailing their arms and legs about; I don’t think she has all that much room anymore for full on Irene Cara fame jumps.

All this bump love doesn’t mean it is my most comfortable ever accessory; I now sleep with a pillow under my top leg to give her room to manoeuvre while I (try) to slumber in my usual recovery position and the other evening my bump became so uncomfortably painful and tight I didn’t know what to do with myself (a bath and bed seemed to do the trick).

I think the news of the bump tightening has her Grandma a little worried that she may be planning an early escape, but I am sure she will stay put for the next 5 and a bit weeks that take her to full-term and the following 3 weeks to her due date. In fact I think we will all be waiting for her!

(I am very excited now and, I think, so is RD; it all seems so imminent)

Bumptastic

Over the last couple of weeks my bump has definitely changed it’s shape and, probably, it’s size!

My bump has moved into what my mother describes as a proper girl bump. It is now very high with little gap between it and my boobs. I think maybe it is it’s more prominent position that causing everybody to gasp at how big it’s suddenly got. Me, I’m just gasping because I find I get out of breath easily, I have indigestion more frequently, I get fuller quicker and I’m not tall enough to be able to find a comfortable sitting position, my desk is proving uncomfortable and I’m finding myself, more and more, sitting legs-a-kimbo like a boy.

And everyone keeps telling me it’s only going to get bigger – how big can it get in the next 9 weeks?

RD says I’m a proper pregnant person as I keep spilling things my bump; my excuse is that there is less lap to balance my supper tray on.