Space Crunch. It's not an astronaut-themed breakfast cereal. It's the prevailing condition in our family.
Baby Boy has been playing xylophone on Mary's rib cage for a couple of weeks now. According to our obstetrician, his head is down and it's his foot/feet that are getting up under poor Mary's rib cage and giving her discomfort. Space is getting limited in there and we're just starting week 32 today. 9 more weeks to go, and the literature says he's going to double in size before he's done.
Mary has been mostly comfortable so far, but she's starting to get to a point where it can be hard for her to find a comfortable seated position. As I type this she's sitting in a hard-backed dining-room chair, not on the soft sofa by me. Poor thing.
But the baby isn't the only one running out of space. So far we've added a little crib/playpen deal, baby bathtub, a ton of new clothes & linens, various toys and carriers, and we're about to order that fancy stroller I spent so much time and thought in justifying.
Space is getting tight, for all of us!
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