When the sky caves in and there is no sound...

Lately, I've had this song stuck in my head that I'm assuming it is from childhood. I don't remember its origin but lately as I lumber around town in my new pregnant bod I sing this little tune...

"When the sky caves in, and there is no sound---Roll over blubber.

When the clouds are crushed, and the sun is dark--Roll over blubber.

When the trees are gone, and the flowers die--Roll over blubber.

When the moon gives up, and the earth is flat--Roll over blubber."

Now that I think about it, my friend Kat made this song up in highschool. Anyway, my point is that I'm getting larger and larger by the minute! I saw my side profile in a window at Trolley Square yesterday and it was like looking at someone else. Normally, as the chairman of the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Committee) I'd see my curveless self moonwalking in the reflection. Now I see this plump earth mama tottering along.

At night I wake wake up and realize that because Nino has feng shuied my organs again, causing severe jabbing sensations, I must roll over to counteract the chaos. Rolling over is quite a production. I mentally prepare myself… "okay on three.” Then I try to roll without waking up Baby Daddy. Our bed is just a queen so I end up waking Fran up. It’s so cute he’s always kind of worried it’s a natural disaster when really I’m just getting up to pee. He’ll sleepily exclaim “It’s an earthquake! Get under the doorframe!” Nope no earthquake, I’m just rolling over (when the sky caves in and there is no sound….roll over blubber). Everyone tells me that the weight seems to stay in my baby bump. It's true. It stays in my baby bump(s). I say bump(s)-plural because there are apparently fetuses growing in my ass cheeks, thighes and boobs as well as in my uterus. The other day Franny was checking out my bum as apparently he does quite frequently and said, “I think we need to get you some bigger underwear. Those ones are pinching your skin.” Nice.