Adrianna often tells me that she has a “baby in her tummy” too. She will try to pooch her little belly out as far as it will go and asks me if I want to feel the baby. She is also starting to use it as an excuse to try to get out of chores around the house, stating that she is too tired because she has a baby in her tummy. Hmmm, wonder where she is picking that up from?
Tonight, she told me that she wished that I didn’t have baby in my tummy anymore. We were thrown back a bit by this, so we asked her why she would say such a thing. She told us, “I wish the baby was in God’s tummy and when the baby comes out He could give the baby to us.” She must be as ready for this baby to be born as I am.
I am at 30 weeks today. In spite of how tired and uncomfortable I am right now, this is a stage of pregnancy I really enjoy. I love watching the visible movements across my abdomen and feeling the little kicks (and she sure is an active little thing). I don’t even mind the fact that most people who I talk to feel the need to comment that I surely cannot still have two more months left before I deliver. Yes, I know I am huge, even though I have only gained maybe 13 pounds, at most. Though I feel huge, I also am enjoying more self-confidence about my appearance right now than I do when I am not pregnant. And I like how people are extra open, courteous and friendly when you are obviously pregnant. It makes the world seem like a nicer place when strangers smile and strike up conversation. So out of the norm for a large city. That said, these next 10 weeks can also not fly by fast enough! I am getting anxious to meet our little girl.