My dad referred to his beer belly as his “muscle” when we were kids. I’m going to follow in his tradition. And since my belly is definitely firmer than Dad’s ever was, I might have a bit more credibility. It is definitely all baby (and accompanying accessories) in there. Take that, little kid in the grocery store! Still, there’s a certain “YIKES!” factor to this photo.
This is The Belly at 32 weeks, one day. Keeping in mind that a full-term pregnancy goes 40 weeks, I’d like my mom, who tells me every time she talks to me that she thinks I’ll go full term, to explain just exactly how much bigger this could possibly get in eight more weeks! I would simply tip over. And I wouldn’t be able to get up. Right now, if I try to get out of a chair at home, I look like a turtle on its back, limbs flopping, going nowhere. To me, this belly looks a good deal bigger than the one in the photo taken at 29 weeks. And I thought that was big. Extrapolate from the difference between the two photos to imagine what this could look like in 8 weeks. Note: the marks at the bottom are just the imprints from the contraption I wear to hold up the belly so I don’t trip over it when I walk. I have a lovely swirly pattern of stretch marks around the belly button; perhaps some day I can get a picture of that. I can’t really see it myself unless I find a mirror.
Good news – I got the test results back from the doctor’s appointment on Monday. They test the cervix for a certain protein. If the test comes back negative there is very little chance of the baby(ies) arriving in the next two weeks. Mine came back negative, so baring any kind of emergency-type of occurrence, the girls won’t arrive before 34 weeks. While 36 weeks is my goal, I’ll breathe pretty easy after 34 weeks.
Bad news – our insurance company contacted the Chick-Who-Hit-Matt’s insurance company to get them to pay our deductible. We thought it was weird that she didn’t want any medical treatment. It was even weirder that the first time her insurance heard of it was when our insurance contacted them, especially since it looked like her car was damaged as bad as ours, and all the damage was in the engine area. Her insurance checked into it, and big surprise, her insurance had expired before the accident. Grrrrrrrrrr.
Wow. I didn’t know there were contraptions to help keep a pregnant belly up, but from that picture, I can see why!! Oh my gosh….the fact that you’re standing seems like some sort of engineering miracle.
That STINKS about the other chick’s insurance!!!
You look MARVELOUS, Diane! When was the last time you saw your feet?
How much bigger can you get? Well, I carried my guys for 37 weeks, and the last 2 weeks I could not fit behind the wheel of our Volkswagen beetle and could barely fit through the passenger side door…and I started the pregnancy at 108 pounds!
For me, it was all about the wonderful foot and tummy rubs at the end of the day. I worked full-time until a week before my kiddos were born, and no day ended well without a foot and tummy massage. Geoff and Sean loved it, too. Hint, hint, Matt!
Hugs to you all!
Yes, that contraption is a life saver. The only problem with it is that it really bites into me when I sit at home while wearing it. Although, the one day last week when I forgot to wear it to work, I could hardly walk by the time I went home.
Feet? I’m not sure they’re feet anymore. They’re just the big swollen sore things at the ends of my legs. My calves are swollen to almost the size of my thighs, and my knees finally swelled up the other day. It just ain’t pretty anymore!