The utter dismay of dropping something on the floor when you’re in your third trimester and all you can do is curse while you try to find a way to bend down and pick it up (p.s. give up. It’s not gonna happen.)
Loud and proud, mama.
You have no idea what’s going on below your belly.
It suddenly feels like your hands are light years away from your feet.
It’s like everyone around you suddenly thinks your belly is a public petting zoo. BACK OFF LADIES.
You are more agile than a marathon runner when it comes to getting to the bathroom to pee. Which is every five minutes.