You and I have made it through nearly 31 weeks of this pregnancy. And I must say, I really do appreciate all the work you do holding and protecting my little Sprinkle.
You and I have been through this pregnancy thing before, more than once. And each time you have obligingly occupied the lovely stretched-out extra skin below my navel, which I carefully grew just for you and my babies. This time, though, you seem bound and determined to attain new heights.
Womb, dear, we still have nine weeks. My ribs aren’t going anywhere. My lungs, they must have room to inhale. My skin, it can only stretch so much.
What I don’t understand is the reason that you would choose to ignore that lovely pocket of extra skin, so lovingly grown in my previous pregnancies, and instead choose to boldly go where no womb has gone before. And while I appreciate that you have thus far left my bladder alone (for the most part), and that your high aspirations have kept my hips safe from that awful pregnancy waddle that we shared late in my previous pregnancies, I do not approve of the constant heartburn, the rib pain, and the inability to breathe.
And I really don’t approve of how you have ignored the pre-stretched skin I offered you, choosing instead to stretch out my previously unmarked skin in your explorations. Of this “carrying high” thing, I do not approve.
Seriously, womb. What have I ever done to you?