It's growing! I'm at that phase when people can tell for sure that I'm pregnant and the comments start rolling in. Mostly, people weigh in on the sex. Most people - from the ladies at Wellcome to the Stanley Market shopkeepers, the street workers and the helpers in the park - think it's a boy, but what they don't know is that I just carry this way. I look like I've just shoved a volleyball under my shirt - I'm so round. And low. When I sit at the dining room table, the bump is entirely hidden. Students and strangers alike are placing their hands on me with sweet smiles on their faces. I'm not bothered. I kind of like it. The wonder of a new life is a fascinating thing to behold. Every kick makes me smile like it is my first pregnancy.
And people feel the need to comment on the size. I feel huge and round. But in any one day, I will hear you are so small! or will you get much bigger than that!!! What I do know is how increasingly difficult it is to bend over and pick things up off the floor and buckle my sandals. Shaving my legs the other night was the most strenuous activity I've undergone in recent weeks! I was out of breath as I got out of the shower.
What I like most about my bump is just how bumpy it's getting. I can actually see it shake and rumble like popcorn being popped inside my tummy. Gooning frequently asks how the kickapoo is doing - kicking poo? Ella and Buddy frequently put their little hands on it to ask how the baby is. The other morning, in a cozy moment before getting out of bed for school, Ella gently placed her little hand on the top of my tummy and asked, you baby kicking Mummy? When I said no, she asked, still sleeping?
With my new widget counting down how many weeks and days until the baby arrives, I am increasingly aware of how I must cherish every moment of this last pregnancy. Once again, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have the experiences that I have. I realize as I've been copying my old blogs into a word document that feeling lucky is a sentiment that I frequently include in my posts. I suppose it could come across as bragging. But I mean it in the most humble way - I feel blessed and fortunate each and every day.