Picture it. Head. Pubic bones. Head. Pubic bones. 10cm of head. Between my pubic bones.
It makes for an interesting walking style. Somewhat like this....
I've got a total of about 2 hours total walking time a day in me at the moment before I start sighing like a MOFO, throwing in the occasional head-turning grunt and wincing like an animal. It ain't pretty. And it does NOT tickle...
D-Day is 9 days away. I feel like shouting a Lleyton Hewitt "C'MMMMOOOOOON", but I'm supposed to be all zen and calm and relaxed and shit, so..... I will not.
LUCKILY, I received the best email from a certain blogger you may all be aware of with the wisest of words for my imminent adventure, from a mum who's been there, done it all, felt it all, loved it, hated it, and most impressively, written honestly about it.
I'll share it with you on Friday. That is definitely one to stay tuned for....
Waddle, waddle.
Waddle, waddle.
Waddle, waddle.
2 comments:
oh lady. i am sure you are rockin' that waddle. you made me laugh. 9 days...they will probably feel like the longest 9 days of your life. pregnancy is kind like that! take care. xo.
On the flip side, although the waddle IS uncomfortable, you could be enjoying uninterrupted sleep and cuddles with hubby before all cuddles go to baby (shh don't tell hubby that's what happens).
Counting down the 9 days with you. xo
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