But yesterday it went to a whole new level. I couldn't move. Everything hurt. I was flopped on a chair and couldn't get out without help. My stomach was SO big.
DH tried to help by offering to get me things but I wanted nothing other than for the pain to go away.
He said, in a voice that almost convinced me he knew what he was talking about, that I was going through the "stretching period" and that this was how my skin prepared for the stretching that it would need to do in the future.
An example of what I look like during the "stretching period" aka evenings
I don't think the stretching period is a real thing (or is it!?!?) but it makes sense in a way. Your skin needs to stretch gradually, and instead of constant, steady stretching mid way through the pregnancy, going through a "stretching period" followed by time where your skin goes back and has time to relax could actually be a good thing. I know I'm probably just trying to justify this in my mind, but that's a lot easier than admitting I can't eat a normal dinner like I could before....
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