You only have 1 T-shirt left to sleep in because all your other T-shirts have decided to only cover half your belly. It's like they're all on strike.
Your husband gets a kick out of how the lower part of your belly sometimes sticks out when you try to wear those smaller T-shirts. You both laugh cause most times you don't even know it's showing.
In the middle of the produce section you get this interesting feeling and think, "Am I leaking milk? That can't be normal already, can it?"
After deciding that you don't really care at this point if you do have breast milk on your shirt, you head over to the frozen foods aisle where you stand in front of an open freezer door as the cool air frees you from the FURNACE that you've become.
One kick is all it takes. Just one kick to empty your bladder completely. (he's a tough little guy)
You decide to get on the floor and play doll house with the girls - an hour later they have moved on to something else and you're still laying there trying to figure out how to get up.
Since comfort has taken priority over being socially acceptable, it's not unheard of for you to ask the question, "you think track pants are out of the question for church?"
You actually said to yourself last week when you passed chick-fil-a at 10am, "it's ok to eat 2 breakfasts...it's been 3 hours since I ate the last one", and then you pull in.
Your husband has started to basically agree with whatever you say because he knows that a hormone imbalanced crying spell could follow a bad answer.
Talking and walking at the same time is basically out of the question. With all that baby up in your ribs, there is not enough breath to do both.
You are that pregnant lady that is clearing the shelves in the Easter candy aisle cause Peeps and Starburst Jelly Beans TASTE EVEN BETTER when you're pregnant. I didn't even know it was possible.
At your kids School Carnival this past weekend, you actually took part in the Cake Walk as well. Twice. (pls tell me you know what The Cake Walk is??)
You would paint your toe nails...if you could see them.
You've started carrying smelling salts in your purse to use on those people who pass out after asking, "is this your first?"
Your Google search used to look something like, "organic homemade recipes " - it now looks like, "pregnant lady needs salty food".
Even with all of the above, you still love being pregnant and want to savor these last weeks when you get to sit and feel his little kicks inside your belly.
I'm so excited to hold this little man, and hear his 1st little cry. He's totally worth all the pregnancy funnies...times a million!
Did I leave anything out?? :)