It’s official – I’ve hit “the point” in my pregnancy.
The point where I can’t bend over.
The point where I can no longer roll over in bed.
The point where I can’t find a comfortable position to sleep.
The point where the baby’s kicking starts to hurt (or at least makes me jump in surprise sometimes.)
I’m thankful that I’m not feeling extremely uncomfortable…yet. I think having a winter baby is making all the difference in that one. Instead of the hottest time of the year coming on, it’s starting to cool off. I’m not miserably hot; I can actually bear to go outside. I’m also thankful that I’m not doing that “pregnancy waddle” yet.
But it’s true, I’ve reached the point where I truly feel pregnant. I had to have Chris help me pick up things from the floor because I just couldn’t reach it.