A little over 37 weeks and the Dr. told me I was measuring big...I can only hope to be holding a very precious baby sometime next week?? HOPE HOPE!
My sides are like pin cushions. These shots twice a day are killing me, the needle hurts the meds hurts...wearing pants even irritates the injection site but my boss told me pants were mandatory at work. But there are no rules at home by gosh.
Getting off the couch is like running a marathon. Or outta bed for that matter.
Peeing is a chore, not routine or every so often, its a CHORE and I feel like I do it all day.
People say I look tired...check
Others ask if I am ready....check check
I am stocking up on hospital supplies, which still seems unreal that it will actually be me lying in that bed. I mean the belly should be enough clue but I can't get it through my head.
I plan on eating my weight in Halloween candy and the first person to tell me to stop better watch out.
I think my husband has a huge wake up call...this is a walk in the park for him and since he hasn't been reading up on the things lately, labor will hit him like a ton of bricks. ( I might laugh when he starts pacing)
My feet, well they aren't even mine and they hurt all the time.
And whoever gave me this double chin can have it back anytime. Seriously, who needs 2 chins?
Here are some pictures...I am sure you are wondering how I even stand up and dont' just fall forward, well my butt is back there and it has done its far share of growing too.