On Saturday, despite the weather, we spent a few hours at the pool. I love diving and did so off the diving board. Sometimes I think my belly is a fat suit that I can take off anytime I’m ready to and over the past couple of weeks I’ve gotten myself into a couple of cinches as I’ve forgotten about my protruding stomach. Well diving off the diving board was not the smartest thing. The top of my belly got a nice slap and I felt the force thrust Holly into my pelvis.
I now feel a little bit like she’s dropped and she has definitely shifted. She is now on a diagonal when before she was in the proper position. Great. Guess I’ll be spending some quality time on my hands and knees trying to get her back to up and down before she gets too big and jammed in there.
The lesson learned: I’m bigger than I sometimes think I am and I cannot dive off of diving boards at 32 weeks.
Hopefully I’m never nearing the end of a pregnancy in the summertime again.
