200

No, it’s not a homo-erotic movie about scantily-clad oiled men grappling each other in slow motion. No, this is a blog about my pregnant partner and how I’m (not) adjusting.

It’s Week 30 – only 10 weeks (probably less – gulp!) to go before Peach makes the grand entrance. And it’s also her weigh-day.

You guessed it, this week she hit the big 200 lb mark. Hard to believe that she could get there! And with 10 weeks to go, we’re both looking at each other with wide eyes. While not exactly tiny, she’s not a huge woman either. Well, except for that beach ball that seems to be stuck in her belly. So for her to hit 200 lb is kind of a pregnant landmark.

Compared to when we first met, I only know a little more than 3/4 of her! (that whooshing sound you heard was me getting hit with a broom)

Anyhow need I say it? Her belly continues to expand and change shape. She now tells me that she can see the outermost curve of her belly when she looks down now (before she could just see her breasts – I wonder if she can see her toes?). From the side her belly now extends about 2″ farther than her breasts and you’d have to be kind of oblivious not to realize she’s pregnant.

The other part is that her belly button is coming to the surface. Still about 1/2″ deep in her belly, but not nearly as deep as a few weeks ago when it looked like she had a drill-hole there. It must have been almost 2″ deep then. She’s waiting for it to become an outtie but I know she’s not happy about that thought. She got mad at me for putting my hand on her belly today because she thought I was playing with her belly button – I wasn’t, honest!

I hope she doesn’t read this part because she really hates thinking about it – I guess it’s one of her freak-out issues. She’s allowed to have one I guess.