at 25 weeks pregnant, a shift has happened. i’ve (already) started to become a lumbering, uncomfortable whiner. i don’t mean to whine, and to be fair, it’s more wheezing than whining. because zig is already hitting my diaphragm when i’m sitting, or when jude is sitting on my (fast disappearing) lap. thank GOD i’m still spared when standing, but i know these deep breaths will be short-lived.
i’m still not gaining any weight, but peep this kinda blurry belleh! you wouldn’t believe the groaning that spills forth from my lips as i turn over in bed, or sit down, or stand up. it’s pathetic.
these pics were taken at a local splashpad this weekend, where a naked jude had a blast with all the water, as well as all the offleash doggies she got to play with. incidentally, readers, how do you feel about naked toddlers in a public splash area? we usually at least have j in a swim diaper, but didn’t have any with us, and so we let her be a free range chicken. my sister freaks out every time she hears about or sees a naked j, even in the privacy of our backyard, and i’m wondering if this is her own issue, or if we’re totally missing a broader social cue. discuss.