There are very few times in my life when I have wished to be taller. Sometimes when I find a dress I really like and it’s too long, or when I try on jeans and have to fold them up about five times.
Now is another one of those times.
Everybody says growing a baby is difficult. That you feel sick, you can’t sleep, liquid runs through you like a waterfall. They say your body will go ground some changes. That parts of you will get bigger, notably your stomach and bust, that other things swell too, like hands and feet.
But what they don’t seem to mention is the crushing feeling you get every time you sit down.
I have come to realise that there is not a lot of space between my ribs and hips. Certainly not enough for all my organs and a baby.
It would be nice to have a little more breathing room.
And I don’t even wish to be all that much taller, just longer in the torso would do.
Coming up on my next blog: Is there such a thing as a summer clean?
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