Today marks 39 weeks and still Remy stays inside all cozy and cuddly. I have been feeling different the past few days, with more than usual pelvic pressure over the cervix, wild variations in fatigue and energy levels, and a general view of the world as a place with too-small spaces, too-heavy items and generally harder to navigate than I ever remember it being before.
And clothing, my goodness nothing fits. All my big t-shirts that Gary donated or picked up from races where he officiated are now tight and are too short to cover the full belly, which hangs somewhat annoyingly out the bottom of most every top I own. The Remmer is so low that the elastic waist of my yoga pants scrunch, because pants aren’t really made to stay up on a belly bottom that is practically parallel to the ground.
Just like the soreness and fatigue during heavy triathlon training, this sort of discomfort is something I consider to be less than ideal but part of the process, temporary in nature, and therefore very managable. Unlike training for a triathlon, however, the target date is a bit more ambiguous than your typical race day. Imagine training for a triathlon that will occur some day within a 3-4 week period, but you don’t know exactly when and might get very short or zero notice that your race is suddenly NOW. Or not. Just imagine.
So we’re ready over here. At least two of us are– we seem to be waiting on the readiness of #3. Can’t be too long now. I hope.
Here’s how huge I am now: