Growing Pains

`Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice...`now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). `Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can; but I must be kind to them,' thought Alice, `or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go!'

At 25 weeks pregnant:
1. I can no longer put underwear on standing up without doing the throw-the-ring-on-the-bottle carnival game with my foot and pulling them on awkwardly.
2. I have exited the "might as well tie my shoe while I'm bending down" phase and entering the "if it drops, it stays there" phase.
3. I can't see my feet from standing up.

With my last pregnancy, it took between 6-7 months to get the "Oh ok, now I can see that your pregnant!"comments and then a short while later it was all over. Now it seems like only last week I'd still get the puzzled looks from people who I could tell wanted to ask if I was pregnant, but didn't want to take the chance that I wasn't. Now I can't see my feet.

I am no longer living in my body. Someone has moved in and taken over the entire place, shoving me into the far corner of a dusty guest room. Someone is relaxing on my couch with their feet up while I wait on them, take care of their every need, feed them, etc. Someone has dance parties at all hours of the night while I'm trying to sleep in my corner. Now this someone is trying to build an "add-on" apparently telling me their new living quarters are a bit lacking for their taste. And the construction hurts. It really hurts...all day long.

I know with each subsequent child a woman shows earlier than before due to the stretching, etc. but this belly is growing at an alarming rate. I honestly feel like Alice and her EAT ME/DRINK ME temptations. I'm a little worried that I've been cheating on my diet a little too often lately. Although I keep my blood sugar at a safe level, maybe she's liking the ice cream a bit too much? Maybe I'm having mommy guilt? I enter the kitchen with every intention of grabbing the healthy snack I'm supposed to have, but the glistening box of cookies with the bold print "EAT ME" tag always catches my eye first and won't let me look away...

I don't think anyone cares to read my hormonal ramblings about the size of my belly, but when I write in my journal, my carpal tunnel (another fantastic pregnancy side effect!) really bothers me because I tend to write just a little too much. (ya think?)