|34 weeks pregnant by kirsten michelle|
We are having a boy and are naming him Ewan (pronounced like the words "you win" strung together). My due date is October 5.
Yes, the belly is "for real".
No, I am not having twins (or multiples of any other number).
Yes, I am sure about the due date (really).
Yes, it is quite hot this summer and no, we don't always get to plan when and how these things happen.
No, I haven't popped yet. Speaking of popping, could you please make your eyes pull back into your skull? They kind of freak me out.
Yes, I do know that my ankles are swollen. If it bothers you to look at them, please avert your eyes.
No, I am not ready to "just be done." Here's a thought: try asking me how I feel about it instead of assuming that I must loathe my pregnant condition. While I am well aware that this stage of pregnancy comes with its share of discomforts, I am one of those rare creatures who truly enjoys being pregnant and giving this baby what he needs for as long as he needs it. It's a privilege, not a burden.
Thank you very much for your unsolicited opinion regarding my size, and I am terribly sorry to have to reveal the wrongness of your opinion, but my doctor and medical science would disagree with your assessment that I'm "huge" or "so big." I am measuring exactly on track for a woman carrying one baby at this stage of pregnancy. I'm supposed to look this way.
It's really not any of your business, but my weight gain is also within normal ranges.
I am feeling great (thank you) and my energy levels are off the charts. I can still kick butt at the gym.
Yes, I am hungry again.
And yes ... I am going to eat that.