At some point
indigo_rose99 made a comment that she saw a pregnant woman out in public, with a gapping shirt and, presumably, her belly hanging out. Yikes!
Sadly, I am now that woman.
I. Am. Huge. Most of my shirts, even my maternity shirts, now ride up and expose my belly. My belly coverage pants ride down and expose my belly. My belly refuses to be hidden. It is a force of nature.
My belly has a mind of its own. It is entertaining just to sit and watch it roil, Alien-like, as the boy explores his tiny domicile.
My ankles are swollen now. My hands are swollen, too. My hands fall asleep if I actually try to use them. Because of the swelling.
There is good news! Because the boy has begun his slow descent, I can breathe much better. And the heartburn has let up. And the lower back pain has decreased. So that's all good.
But the belly, it will not be getting any smaller. And I will not be buying bigger maternity clothes, not when I am considered "full-term" in a week and a half. So it will just be drafty between now and then.