Those forty-five minute walks home from walk are taking almost an hour now, with every slow step being that much harder. I can see now why a woman might want to try a belly bra, because it feels like my belly is trying really hard to give me stretch marks - as though gravity itself is not doing a good enough job of it. I thought I would have to start taking the bus home when I could no longer go forty five minutes without a pee, but I might be wrong on that one.
Up until now, I've been guessing at whether I'm feeling the baby kicking. I think most of the time what I've actually been experiencing is gas, indigestion, cramp or the ligaments around my uterus stretching to make way for greater baby heft. But now I think I have it. The kicks are those little flutterings which feel as though I'm being tickled from the inside. It must be those, because they don't feel like anything else I've felt before, and because I've felt them mostly at night or when I'm sitting still.
Well, I'm off now to be my mother's nurse for an hour or two. The boy has promised to make me something especially nice for tea when I get home, because he feels guilty about staying out till 3am this morning. It's not that I don't like him having his boys' nights out; it's just that when I wake up at 2am and can't get back to sleep again, I want him to be around to feel my tossing and turning, and to hear me sighing with frustration. It's nice to have someone to complain to.