Week 20. It feels good. Solid. More secure then those "teen" weeks. And of course there are some interesting new developments on the physical front. And by "interesting" I mean "really, really gross".
BOYS, LOOK AWAY.
Ladies: Weird things are happening to my Down There. Specifically veins. Big, crazy veins. But Ali, you ask, what's the problem with a few pesky veins? Surely they're not giant, worm-like varicose veins that make it difficult to sit for longer than a half an hour at a time, rendering writing and important TV watching impossible!
Oh no? (So much for book writing and long car rides...)
Not only do I have this bizarre vein thing overtaking my tush, but there is swelling. Swelling of things that do not normally swell. The doctor says it's due to weight gain and my uterus and that there's nothing to be done but I can't help but wonder: if this sort of insanity is happening at five months, what the hell's gonna happen at nine! Could my Down There explode? I THINK MY DOWN THERE MIGHT EXPLODE!
Boys, a word of advice: The next time you proclaim that you'd gladly trade places with your pregnant wife, THINK AGAIN.