The more time that passes, the bigger I get…duh. But, my reason for pointing this out is really because the more time that passes, the less I want to continue taking these weekly pictures because I feel like they make me look bigger than I feel. Weird and sort of rambling, I know. I honestly still feel pretty darn good and, even though the twins are getting heavy, the only time I really feel the onslaught of their weight is at night when I’m rolling over. Laying on my back, my old favorite sleeping position, now feels like a mac truck has settled on my belly, intent on crushing my back. Anyway, back to the weekly picture conundrum. It’s not that I’m self-conscious about getting larger, in fact, I welcome it and know that it means I’ve got two healthy, growing girls inside, but I just wince looking at them because I look sooo uncomfortable, like I’m holding this 100 pound watermelon under my shirt and masking my grief with a fake smile. So I guess my second point is to make sure I make it known that I really feel pretty darn good for 1) having this huge belly at 30 weeks and 2) having at least a couple of 3.5 pounders plus all the other good stuff under my skin. With all that said, I’m off to stuff my face at 9:24 pm. :)
Have a great rest of the week!