Am getting anxious for the ANYTIME to arrive. Feeling rather full, tight and heavy walking around looking like I ate an entire Osh Kosh B'Gosh Watermelon and its stuck at my gut, undigested and unprocessed.
Being preggers means I invite many stares and comments from everyone, from well-meaning friends, relatives and colleagues to by-passers and strangers. What I realised is that the group that is most intrigued by my expanding waistline are those shorter than 1m tall. They just can't their eyes off the bump.
These days when people ask whether I'm having a girl or a boy, I ask them to guess and most of them think I'm carrying a boy cos of the old wives' tales that if the belly is jiam, its a boy. G thinks that my belly is rounded and jiam at the same time. Confusing.
Anyway, checked with the Doc on numerous occassions, the last one being last week's routine checkup, where the Doc showed us Kaelyn's Hamburger, and confirming that she doesn't have a Sausage and Two Eggs!
Guess that not all old wives' tales are accurate are they? *Grin*
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