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.