Bruises and Scratches

If you take a look at my legs right now you'd discover black/blue/purple bruises and some scratch marks. Also a map of sunburnt marks from our baby-moon recently. And I'm sure you would just ignore the size of my legs because it'll immediately remind you of a very plump, juicy, leg of lamb. Roasted. YUM!

Once I fell pregnant, I think I've turned into bionic woman. That was dear Sharm's nickname for me. I toppled over once while trying to trim my toenails. I still think I can manage lifting my leg up into the sink to wash them. I bumped my head against the counter trying to get up from a squatting position while looking for pots and pans in the lower kitchen cabinet. I received countless disapproving look from hubby and you'd think that'd stop me, eh? He thinks I'm a handful anyway.

Today I reached out for a book and felt such strain and pulling sensation on my back. Okay, no more weird positions and always watch where I go from now on. Period.

We'll see how long it'll last, eh. Oh when will I ever get used to pregnancy. The physical side especially.