...that my pelvic bone/hips would start separating at 33 weeks, much earlier than the books predict. And that it would hurt like nothing I've ever felt before in this pregnancy. And that it would make climbing the stairs seem like climbing Mt. Everest. And that it would be brought on by a medium-intensity walk, something I'm supposed to be doing. And that, when I explained the pain to my mother, she'd say "Oh yeah, that hurts like hell. Sorry, honey, there's nothing you can do about it." And that, while it only lasted a few days, it would scare me into not wanting to walk again for the rest of the pregnancy, fearing it will start again.
...that this belly would grow an inch a week towards the end. 42 inches this week. For real.
...that the baby dropping does not always mean you get a reprieve in the breathing department. Because, let me tell ya, this child is making her way south but my breathing is actually getting worse.
...that I would unexpectedly lose all control of my emotions. And that it might just happen when I meet the husband for dinner. And that the waiter will have to ask him if you're okay because you had to run to the restroom with tears streaming down your face. For no reason whatsoever. None.
...that I would actually utter the words "Oh, it's only 5:30? I was hoping it was 6:30 so I could get out of this bed." Yeah, that's 5:30 a.m., my friends. Gross.
...that despite all of the physical ailments, I would still love carrying this child. And that catching my profile in a mirror or window would still make me smile well into the last few weeks. And that I would be excited for weekends to end and Mondays to come because that means the days are flying by and my baby will be here before we know it :)
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