No, I'm not talking about the delicious BBQ-sauce-covered, Montgomery Inn kind. I'm talking about the ones that Baby Reeder keeps round-house kicking with wild abandon. Ouch. As if it weren't hard enough to breath already...
Also lung-constricting is the fact that I'm carrying Jackie Chan pretty high, as evidenced by the fact that my belly and my Girls now touch. I told the husband last night that it felt like they were resting on my belly, to which he replied "That's because they are..." while making a scared-looking face (scared of the body changes or scared I'd slap him for commenting on it? I'm not sure.) I guess it was bound to happen at some point. And I'm pretty sure I'd rather be carrying high than having to literally carry a low-lying belly around.
I know I sound like a whiner, but it's been a very rough 7 days. On the bright side, the back is (I think) on the road to recovery plus I'm going to make it through a full day at work! Speaking of work, only about 2 months to go (and I'm having "The Talk" with my boss next week!!)
I love this post. I just put a facebook status up yesterday about having a foot in my ribs. New feeling for me, doesn't hurt but is a bit uncomfortable! I'm definitely carrying way lower than you, I think. Except for the foot in my ribs. -Chris
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