Wednesday, August 15, 2012
It's getting to be about that time when I start feeling like a house. I'm 31+ weeks now (Friday will be No. 32), and everything seems to be stretched to its maximum. Skin, shoes, dresses. (I gave up pants about 14 weeks ago.) Someone, somewhere is laughing at that, I know, especially since I still have about eight weeks to go. I know, I know. I haven't maxed out just yet.
Ian and I are so excited to see our new addition, and I'm feeling even more ready as this hot summer month is adding to the discomfort. (I literally had to pant as I wrote that last sentence.)
Despite all of that, I honestly can't wait to meet this little guy. He's rolling around, kicking (informing me via stomach aches that he prefers savory over sweet foods) and reminding me every day what amazing things pregnancy and childbirth are.