There are fair warnings that you'll have crazy dreams when you are pregnant, and whenever my husband is away, they seem to take on a whole new level of ridiculous. For example- in a recent dream apparently the baby had escaped and was traveling internally down my leg. I could feel it moving while it wiggled down my leg- creepy! Somehow it then got out, and I looked down and it was the size of one of the baby's in a King Cake at Mardi Gras. I remember thinking... this is not good.
I think that stemmed from the practice that as I'm laying down on my left side, I think I feel the baby "thumping" me ever so lightly. So as I go to sleep and as I wake up I'm feeling for this. The literature all says about by week 16 you may feel the baby... I know that's all of next Tuesday but it would be nice to have something make this feel more like pregnancy rather than months of the flu and my body aching/ ballooning.
It has been funny how on many occasions that I get up from a nap, and after seeing myself in a mirror, my immediate thought is-"you've really let yourself go." Then I have that light bulb moment that reminds me there's a reason my belly isn't what it was. But it is comical to me how many times I do forget it, and it is a little bit of a shocker when I catch my reflection.
The baby is supposedly 4 inches long from crown to rump, and the size of a naval orange. I'm sensing the lack of real estate in my abdomen. After eating I have to do those side stretches from the 80's music vidoes to feel like everything fits.
I hope to get a picture soon posted. I keep thinking about it after I'm in pj's and I always swore I'd never be one of those gals who took a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror... (don't know why that matters, but I guess we all pick the things we'll be wierd about).
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