My favourite pastime has become staring at my belly waiting for Baby to make a move.
I would often poke my belly to see if I would get a response from the inside. more often than not, Baby ignores me.
Sometimes I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I should embrace getting bigger. I often see my-round-self in the mirror and I’m lost between “OMG! I’m HUGE and there is nothing to do but eat and wait it out” and “Yaaaaay!! I’m having a baby and Baby is growing!”
I often hug my baby belly :) yes.
I sometimes talk to Baby when there is no one else to hear what I have to say.