The theme of my existence recently has been "How can I get any bigger?". Not only are people telling me how big my belly is, again does any one have manners anymore, but I also feel as if my skin is going to pop right open on the keyboard. I honestly don't remember feeling like this with Oliver. Maybe then it was novel and it felt great to get big. I couldn't wait to have a giant basketball on my bladder when I was pregnant with Oliver. But this time is different. First of all I moan and grunt way to much. Anth can attest to that. Secondly, I have named the body pillow Sven. He is my first boyfriend after marriage. I love him so and can't sleep without him. Thirdly, I no longer pick things up off the floor. The other day at work some one dropped their keys as I walked by them. I looked down at the keys, looked up at my co-worker and gave my best "sorry, can't help ya" look and kept on walking. Oliver has really become my biggest ally. He is the perfect age to be a good helper. He fetches like the best dogs on earth and is getting even better at getting things for himself. And I can't thank my husband enough for taking on almost every chore in the house. I'm very lucky to have such wonderful men in my life. Now if only they could carry the baby for a while today and tonight so I can sleep through an entire night without having to pee or turn over 20 times. But would I still get to keep Sven?
