Crunch time

Welcome back sports fans, we're in the bottom of the ninth, 2 minute warning in the fourth quarter, last minutes of the third period( hockey reference for my relatives in the north).  And here's the scene:  everybody just wants it to be over with, done, finished, for the love of God, GET-IT-OUT.

I would like to tell you that the belly's good spirits had flagged, but I can't.  She's as happy as ever, but is ready to stop lugging this thing around.  You may be surprised that for the belly to turn over in bed, it takes roughly the equivalent amount of effort to turn a bus around in an alley.  Nothing for the belly is easy. This is affecting daily life in a thousand ways.  For example, I asked the belly if she had a receipt we needed to return an item.(as we pulled into the parking lot of the store)

The belly looked at me and said rather matter-of-factly:

"It fell on the floor, so I said fuck it"

You see, things that wind up on the floor stay on the floor, 'cause the belly ain't even gonna try to bend over to pick it up.  Although I did see her grab a Popsicle wrapper up with her toes......I guess if the belly has shoes on, it's a no-go.  

What we need to discuss however is something all of you belly vets will undoubtably feel:  guiltious-bellious

This syndrome is the result of severe guilt for what is now the very apparent difficulty of the belly.  It went from a cute little bump with gentle flutters to a monster of a thing that moves like a rolling bowling ball in hefty bag.  you and I can't deny that the belly is working hard at just getting from place to place.  When the belly first asked me to help put on shoes, I thought there was a bit of laziness involved, but really it has become an issue of what it can no longer do.

Watching the belly move around, hell, just looking at the belly makes me feel bad.  I mean really, if I had that  enormous thing hanging from my carriage, i would go directly to the surgery center and demand it be removed immediately.  No matter how much i might do for the belly, I have come to the realization that no matter what I do I cannot alleviate the struggle the belly goes through every day.  

It is big, it looks ridiculous heavy, and I can't even image having to go though every day with all that hanging in my body.  I'll admit that I am he biggest wimp and I can't hold a candle to the strength of the belly in doing this truly amazing thing.  I feel bad, I try to to make it easier,  but there ain't no making it easier,  and that my friends in bellyhood, is why you will feel the the guiltious -bellious just like me.....