My dears,
We’re definitely heading into the Things-are-feeling-rather-cramped-for-space stage of pregnancy. Baby J is taking up real estate that was formerly occupied by my stomach, lungs, and bladder.
We were at a Christmas party on Friday and spent most of the evening talking to a couple that is expecting their baby girl in about two weeks. The mom verified that things on the pregnancy front, comfort-wise, don’t improve.
Not exactly a surprise. But not welcome news, either.
