It has a mind of its own, really. Many days go on as normal, or what I've come to know as normal. I feel regular kicks and rolls, occasional gurgles of indigestion, and the presence of a rather demanding bladder.
And then there are days like yesterday, when the belly just decides to completely take over and command more of my attention than I generally like to give it. I woke up feeling ravenously hungry. I mean, I thought I was either going to puke or pass out, I was so hungry. As I ate the two eggs and toast Jeff had lovingly (begrudgingly?) prepared for me, the belly began its tirade:
"How dare you make me wait so long for food?! Don't you know there's an extra body in here now to account for?! You should have fed me last night before you went to bed. But you never listen, do you... Too lazy to feed me, aren't you... I've been starving all night!!"
I'm not kidding. The belly roared at me, long and loud. I had to add a bowl of All-Bran to the breakfast regimen just to shut it up. And that was just the beginning.
As the day wore on, I had the distinct impression that my feet were no longer guiding my way through the corridors of Mohawk College. No, the belly was. It seemed to be protruding much more than usual. And it was distinctly leading the way. Movements and turns were not made with the neck, or the waist. They were made with the belly.
And when I had a light nap in the afternoon, I was woken by a new sensation. It was not a kick or a roll. No, it felt more like a whole bum, or back, or head, pushing with all its might against the left side of the belly. I was suddenly lopsided.
And then when I went out for tea and dessert with Rita at night, I found myself having to re-adjust my position more than usual, and having to rub at and hold on to my stretching skin, for fear of it tearing open... (I've never been particularly rational about physical discomforts.)
Yes, it seems that yesterday the belly decided to grow.
That's one of the things I find so weird about pregnancy. It comes in fits and starts. I find I grow a bit, and feel funny for a few days, and then it all stays kinda status quo for a few weeks. I get used to the new sensations, and all is well. And then the cycle happens again, and once again for a few days I feel like I'm just going to pop open.
Good Lord! I'm only 23 weeks! Can you imagine what I'll feel like at 40??!!
(pictures are courtesy of the fine photog, Jeff Epp, and my favourite new maternity shirt... it shows off the belly so well, don't you think?)