Original Posting at NewlyParents.com here
As our pregnancy nears the end, our Friday nights are no longer our usual Friday nights. Friday night has always been (like many couples) a night to go out to dinner and spend the evening around the town as a way to unwind from the work week. Now, at week 37, we spend our evenings around the house with our (read: my) feet up.
I take my place on the couch, center cushion. Husband takes one of our pillows and puts it on the coffee table and I rest my potato shaped feet on them. He convinced me to let him take a picture of my feet yesterday but after seeing it, I refuse to post it. Imagine your feet, shaped like potatoes, stuffed into a pair of these shoes all day. I think I'll just wear my slippers to work from here on out.
Here's the problem I've found with putting my feet up on the coffee table. It seems like I have to pee every 30 minutes. So I put my feet up on the coffee table and after 30 minutes the baby moves his head around and all of the sudden I feel like I'm going to pee my pants. In my effort to rush to the bathroom I forget that my knees have locked up and I can't bend my legs to get them off the coffee table. I scream in pain while laughing at my predicament and usually Husband has to come over and help me slowly bend my legs. It's only a matter of time before I don't make it to the bathroom on time I'm afraid.
Tonight, while I had my feet propped up with the computer on my lap, Husband come over to join me on the couch. He brought his laptop with him and when I glanced over at his screen I realized we were both on our site getting ready to write up a blog. I had him snap this picture.
A family that blogs together, stays together. You can see the baby "belly blogging". Aww, baby's first blog!