I am now at that awkward stage where I can't bend over to pick things up off the floor (yes, I am already there at 26+3 weeks. I am tiny framed, and I'm carrying quite a bit of baby already.) I can't touch my own toes anymore, and last night my hubby had to put my socks on my feet for me.
I look at my toenails and the chipped nail polish and wish, now...if only I could fix that up myself...
Showering is an ordeal. You know you've reached this stage when you get excited over a loofah sponge on a long stick. Yay! You can finally wash your own feet again!
Or the washing...this is a time when I wish we had a top loader. Instead, I have to get down on the floor (awkward in and of itself), load the clothes into the front-loader washing machine, then find a way to get up without falling flat on my face. Then I have to repeat the process all over again just to get the washing out of the machine when it is done.
What about shopping? You see that really interesting looking item on a bottom shelf, and then realise the effort it will take for you just to get down there. You think...is it really all that interesting, and can I reach it without having to get down on my knees? Do I want it enough to make a fool of myself in order to reach it? So you look around to make sure nobody is watching. You awkwardly lower yourself to the ground, find your item, and then attempt to get off the floor again. Only problem is, now you can't get up, and there is nobody around to help you. Somehow, you manage awkwardly, hilariously, to get yourself up off the floor - hoping nobody has seen your circus act.
Thank goodness for remote controls!! Reaching forward to change the channel on the TV is about the only thing you can do with very little effort!
What to do?
You could try and be superwoman, but you know its not going to happen. Your belly is here to stay, at least for the next few months anyway. You might as well make the most of it.
Some words of advice. Hubbies, paint your partner's toenails once in awhile. It may not matter much to you, but it sure matters to her when she looks down at her swollen feet (if she can still see them). If she can see one bit of beauty, it sure helps bear all of the other things she can no longer do.
Ladies, don't try to be superwoman. Accept your temporary limitations. Sure, the floor may be messier than you would like for a little while, but don't despair. Just accept that your house is not going to be perfect, and everything will be fine. Do what you can, when you can do it.
Anyone else sympathize with the big belly syndrome?
Corallie







