I’m 25 weeks, 4 days along and I have officially reached that weird alien stage in pregnancy where you can actually see the baby moving around in my belly.
I’m feeling sort of like that guy from Spaceballs. You know, where they’re in the diner?
I prefer to think of things in terms of Spaceballs, rather than Alien because Alien scared the you-know-what out of me.
It’s kind of cool to sit there and watch my belly move, but it’s very strange. It certainly feels real enough now. Yes, I am definitely pregnant. There’s a person in there.
At the same time, it’s frustrating. I just keep feeling like I have decades left to go. It’s just September 30th (realistically early October), but it seems like the summer is stretching out ahead of me like the Walmart parking lot. The more I walk, the farther away the darn car seems.
Ashli warned me in the beginning not to look down the time tunnel, but I just can’t seem to tear my eyes away from it. And every time I get close, someone says, “Oh, look at you! You’re almost due!” or “You’re in the home stretch!” And the fact is, I’m not.
I’m still in the second trimester. My insides are still trying to crawl out to become my outsides. My back hurts. My feet hurt. My pelvis hurts when I walk. I’m tired. I just had to refill my Zofran prescription. And I’m still pregnant.
101 days to go.