At some point during the 2nd trimester, my wife's body was hijacked, starting with a cute little bump that showed up one morning. It continued to grow and swell and now it's like a hardened shell. It's like a bumper, coming between us during.....relax, I was going to say hugs. It doubles as a table, (she makes a mean peanut butter and jelly shirt).
It makes bending tricky, sleeping difficult, and comfort impossible. Simple things that I take for granted are out of the question for my wife, like say, tying shoes. It hides things, last night it swallowed a remote control. On a recent trip to Lowes, I thought about suggesting a wheelbarrow for lugging it around, but I value sleeping in the house, and let’s face it, I get away with far too much on this blog anyway.
But through it all, as her belly has swollen beyond anything I would have thought possible, I can’t help but look at it and smile, because I know what's inside, or at least I think I do. I enjoy talking to her belly, or guessing what body part I’m feeling. At this stage my wife is ready to be done,as she feels bloated and disgusting. But I think its sexy. My wife, her belly, and our child.