day by day, i feel more and more like an aging elephant: heavy and slow. my belly hasn’t “dropped”, and i’m huffing and puffing with the slightest exertion. i know i need to rest and stock up on sleep, but ironically, sleep escapes me. i sleep with lots of pillows and that helps a bit, but the babe chooses to perform gymnastics during the wee hours of the morning, transforming my belly into strange shapes. and unlike those first flutterings in the first trimester, these moves aren’t funny anymore. getting poked from the inside isn’t exactly painless, y’know. add to that a couple of bad bouts of leg cramps.

four weeks to go. the countdown begins.

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