Back when I had no belly (or boobs either)
It's always interesting to look at past photos of yourself when look absolutely nothing like that anymore. Right now I'm ALL belly and boobs, and here in this photo I don't have either.
God, it must be great to be so free and unencumbered by enormous protrusions, especially ones that are literally kicking you from the inside out.
Adrian is not a fan of me trying to put socks on, for example. If I bend over for anything he generally responds by giving me a sharp poke in the bladder. I remember Julian kicking pretty hard, but Adrian feels like he's about to bust right through my abdominal wall when he gets going.
Maybe it's just that I had a lot more blubber on me with Julian. So far I'm running about 30 pounds less in this pregnancy. We were over at our friends' house last night and they asked jokingly if I weighed more than Dan yet.
Close! Dan weighs about 175 max and I'm at 170 now. Then I mentioned that I got up to 205 pounds with Julian and they went into shock. I did lose it all, and even 5 pounds more for good measure. But it's still shocking.
Ah, the third trimester. Can't pass quickly enough.
It doesn't help either that everyone who sees me assumes that I'm about to give birth any moment. The mail carrier had a box for me the other day and she said, "Oh no, I'll carry it for you. You look like your water's about to break."
Ha, if only. I have another 1.5 months to go!