Aerial view. Has anyone seen my toes? They were here a few weeks ago…

This isn’t so much a TMI as it is an update – although the attached image of me below, semi-clothed, might be a little more of me than some are comfortable with.

I haven’t been one for pictures during this pregnancy, but I thought it might be good to post a recent image of my current form. I’ve already posted about being too big to shave, but really, I just feel so big in general. It’s amazing how, in a few short weeks I’ve gone to half of my wardrobe fitting to nothing fitting at all.

I’ve spent the first five months of this pregnancy feeling pretty good. This Friday marks my entry into the 24th week, and I gotta say, I’m pretty much over it now.

I’m in a constant state of discomfort: I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I can’t eat without crippling heartburn or reflux. I have blurred vision and a bad memory. My bodily functions are out of whack, my centre of gravity is shot all to hell, and I hurt. Everywhere. All of the time.

I would give anything to be able to poop like a normal person.

Thankfully, I still look half-decent; a small consolation given that I feel like shit every moment I’m awake. I haven’t really gone anywhere in the last little while, so there hasn’t been occasion to snap a full-length/belly photo. I got a new phone the other day, and was trying to capture a test image of myself to send to the boy. Here is one of the better ones:

Fibroids have distorted my shape and the shiny dot to the right of centre is supposed to be my navel. It hasn’t yet made up its mind if it’s in or out.

Actually, I do take pleasure in feeling Aisha wriggle and squirm at various points during the day. She’s as active as ever, and her movements are now visible under my belly. This will continue to be a daily thrill until she can no longer move without hurting me.

Sixteen weeks left. Still so far to go. And yet the end will be here before I know it.