I have recently discovered the joy of the third trimester which is...being kept up by kicking as soon as I lay down at night as well as the new discovery of raw insides. I wake up in the morning feeling like I've (or my abdomen) has lost a fight, and truthfully it has.
I called my mom yesterday to ask if this was normal, and she assured me that it is, and that I'm getting exactly what i deserve because apparently I did the exact same thing to her. So...for about another 9 weeks I suppose I will continue to fight the good fight...not just for sleep or for lung space (which is getting less and less daily), but also the boxing match that ensues every night.
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ah yes. you guts are not your own. enjoy!
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