Today I felt it was necessary to wear my “pre-pregnancy jeans.” These are the last remaining pair of jeans I can squeeze myself into now that I’m officially bumplicious. I don’t know what possessed me.
The pants are fine for standing up. Sit down, bend over, move your torso at all… no bueno.
And I could tell Baby Dub wasn’t diggin’ it. At one point, I could feel her kick the same spot at my waist line, right where the button was probably digging in to her play-space. It was like tiny repeated baby switch kicks.
I couldn’t help but text The Hubs.
Baby Dub is kicking big time.
I can’t wait until I can feel that.
Me neither!! It’s fun. It’s like she’s saying “Yo, your pants are too tight.”