Baby Snider and I have been living together in this body for 30 weeks now. Only ten more to go before our ways will begin, ever so slightly, to part paths. I can tell Baby Snider is craving more space. I get kicked harder and more frequently. Yesterday morning Silas rested his head on my belly while he watched tv and pretty soon Baby Snider was kicking Daddy in the back of the head! It was pretty funny and we were both laughing at our silly little baby.
I'm still carrying pretty low. I feel kicks in my ribs, but I still don't have that "bruised on the inside" feeling that I've heard other moms talk about. That's how my mom carried me and she said I made her VERY uncomfortable. The only time I feel really uncomfortable is when I eat too much (or really have to pee) and then Baby Snider starts to kick me. THAT is a weird and unpleasant feeling.
Stretch marks have begun to adorn the bottom of my tummy. So far they're just faint, lavender, lightening bolts. They're not nearly as bad as I thought they would be. Not yet, anyway. My belly button is remarkably shallow, but it hasn't popped yet, which I think is funny because I've noticed lots of pregnant women smaller than me with outies.
As you can probably see in the picture, my feet are very swollen. This bothered me a lot when it first started happening, but now I've come to terms with my kankles and I just wear my trusty target flip flops everywhere, my feet being too fat for anything else. I should probably get some birkenstocks soon.