Feelin' hot, hot, hot

I've heard a few times that I'm looking pretty small for how far along I am.  I'm not bragging that anyone has said this because oh, honey, you must be forgetting I still have 2 months to go, but ALSO because I recently glimpsed myself in a full wall mirror at the carpet store and WOW.... those ladies were LIARS. I don't know about the belly size, but my hips and thighs were protesting (loudly) that I not wear those comfy stretchy pants again, they did NOT help the visual situation.  Saaaaaaad.

Meanwhile, my belly is protesting wearing anything BUT stretchy pants!  I get claustrophic when I lay on my back because it makes my lungs feel all out of room to breathe, and lately my pants have been making my belly feel like it has no room to breathe!  I can hardly stand to have a loose-fitting shirt on top of it, much less compression-top maternity pants, and I frequently let it aaaaaaaaall hang out.  SO HOT.  Luckily the kids don't mind the belly, as they enjoy giving the baby hugs and kisses and Eli and Patrick like the feel the baby kick them; Joe has wisely not mentioned that it's time to retire the stretchy pants.

Speaking of baby kicks, I am selling tickets to my new belly-dancing routine - I didn't even have to take a class!  Get pregnant, watch your belly ROLL and PUNCH and POKE in all sorts of unnatural ways.  Again, SO HOT. I have had some active pregnancies (Patrick & Caroline) and some not so much (Eli was my "lazy fetus"), but this blows them all out of the water in terms of fetal action, and that's not just pregnancy brain speaking.  This baby does not leave me alone.  I'm nervous to see if this turns out to be a colicky baby, I suppose time will tell.

That's it for now, and if you ask how I'm feeling it is very honestly "full of baby."