Bump-struction

It's official, my bump is now becoming an obstruction to getting around! The past few days I have entirely given up getting up off the sofa without a nice loud groan and usually having to take more than one attempt. Bending over is now a no-no, not because of the rampant heartburn it causes, but because the bump is getting in the way. It doesn't help that I'm a total idiot and keep trying to squeeze through gaps that I would normally fit through, but certainly don't with an oversized watermelon strapped to my front; which with kitchen-a-geddon going on, getting round the piles of kitchen cabinets is proving to resemble a comedy sketch!

I'm quite cheerful about it all, though it's getting really tiring when added to the gimpy-limp. However, even that has its upside - the gimpy-limp will hide an pregnancy waddling if and when it starts, as I waddle with the limp anyway when I don't use my crutches (which is increasingly often!) I can't wait to chat to the midwife on Thursday, as I'm so paranoid about my bump size. It's not helped by the fact pretty much everyday I have the same conversation with at least one stranger:

Stranger: "Ooooh not long now eh? When are you due"
Me: "Well, three months to go actually, January 4th"
Annoying stranger: "Twins?"
Annoyed me: "Nope, just the one"
Increasingly annoying stranger: "Are you sure?"
Increasingly annoyed me: "Er, yes!"
Very annoying stranger: "Oh... wow... you're big"

Yes THANK YOU! I'm hoping they are just being idiots, but I'm going to paranoidly ask the midwife if I'm 'normal' anyway! I'm predicting bump-wise yes, in all other respects - never!

As an aside, fingers crossed that Ailsy loses her bump-struction soon, by delivering a now-overdue Hector safe and sound onto Scottish soil! Best of luck Ails!