31w0d

I had planned a whole post about how uncomfortable I have been lately, but I decided not to write it. Yes, I am having trouble sleeping. Yes, it is getting hard to lug my belly around especially when I'm trying to sleep. Yes, I am experiencing what my OB calls oxygen hunger where my heart races and it's nearly impossible to catch my breath. Yes, my hands and feet are so swollen that I've stopped wearing my wedding ring and normal shoes. (Okay, so maybe I just wrote about it, but this is not nearly with the same detail I drafted in my mind.) Truth is, I don't mind all this. When I feel most whiny, my baby girl moves or gives me a little kick, and I am instantly reminded of why all this is happening, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I know it's temporary, and MTB is doing a wonderful job taking care of me. He makes hot chocolate for me every evening (it's my one indulgence these days). He brings me a warm blanket when I am cold. He lets me try to sleep-in even when he has to go to work.

Last night, we went to a Christmas party, and I was wearing a dress that emphasizes my growing belly. Before we left the house, he sat on the edge of our bed and rubbed my tummy while talking to his daughter. Then he kissed my belly. He's never done that before, and I've never felt more comfortable in my own skin.