Alright folks, here it is. This is the 31 week belly pic. Oh and yes, I am aware that I look like a vampire with my pale, pasty skin. I avoid the summer heat and sun like I will burn to a crisp in 60 seconds. Unless I am in transit from one air conditioned venue to another, or taking a belly pic, you will not see me outside.
Due to the size of this belly of mine...
I am now sleeping with 4-5 pillows in various propped spots all over my body ever night.
I can no longer do the Macarena, or any other dance that involves actually moving or bending of the belly.
I can not paint my own toes. Shout out to my sister Beckie for "Shellac-ing" them for me. **By the way, if you haven't tried Shellac yet, I HIGHLY recommend it.
I breath and grunt like I am lifting 100 pounds of rice just rolling over in bed.
I can no longer sit like a lady. It really is physically impossible.
I can not reach my right hand to my left hip and vice versa.I have turned the stove on a few times with no hands...the belly did it.
I can not see my feet and cankles jiggling as I walk...but I can feel it though!
My 5 year old hits his head on my belly AT LEAST twice a day. He's at just the right height. Luckily he thinks this is funny.
Ok, so enough about the belly.
Happy Monday everybody!