Well, the Sweet Elsie Girl is getting a bit uncomfortable these days. So much so, in fact, that she prefers sleeping on her back (something she didn't used to do much before).
She's definitely getting closer to delivery (notice the hair loss around her nipples)!
Last night, while I was sitting on the couch, Elsie climbed up to sit next to me (climbed, being the operative word, since she used to jump). It was a tight fit, but we managed. While we sat there, Elsie next to me and hubby watching the Discovery Channel from his rocking chair, I kept my eyes on Elsie's belly.
And, don't you know, I saw those puppies moving (little bumps protruding and moving across various sections of Elsie's abdomen)! I'd felt them earlier this week against the palm of my hand as it rested on Elsie's tummy, but to SEE them was a trip. Way cool.
Wow, what a throwback to my own pregnancies! I could almost feel the movement in my belly (is that empathy or what?)! And the most I carried at one time was two (twins). I can't imagine the pokes, prods, wiggles, rolls, and kicks of seven.
But she's tolerating it all very well.
She has to go out a little more frequently to pee (puppies are cramping her bladder), and she pants more (puppies are cramping her lungs), and she eats 3 smalls meals a day now instead of two larger ones (puppies are cramping her stomach), but she's just as pleasant as can be.
No grumpy pregnancy for this one. She's a trooper.
Ten days, Elsie. Just ten days.
And then instead of having pups poke you and prod you from inside, they'll do it from the outside.
Okay. I'll rephrase.
Ten weeks, Elsie. Just ten weeks. Then you can sleep peacefully on your belly again.
'Til next time,