Mobility and immobility

Week 29: Baby somersaults. Body contortions to make room for movement, to contain the limbs that seemed to want to break through.

Week 30: Quiet. Little nudges and rolls here and there. A sleepy week.

Week 31: Rolly polly baby. Wiggly baby. Keep it up, baby.

Me, well. My stomach is in my chest, so I'm not hungry and the heartburn comes as it pleases. My lungs are squished, too, so I'm short of breath. My weight has shifted, so I can't bend over or reach up repeatedly without straining my back. My hips are loose and I'm heavier, so hip pain wakes me up at night after hours of lying on my sides.

I miss my mobility. I miss being able to do. But I have two more months of growing, of lending my body to love.