Yesterday we hit 37 weeks, which means the baby is officially considered full term. Naturally, Lex and I are extremely eager and anxious to get this whole labor thing going at this point. I have truly enjoyed being pregnant, and I will miss the amazing sensation of having this baby so close to me at all times

BUT

I am tired of having my pants constantly fall down because no pants can possibly stay on such a steep slope with the aid of suspenders, being accosted by strangers who feel it is necessary to make comments such as “You look ready to pop” which is slang for “Gee, you’re huge,” hitting myself in the stomach with my knees when I walk up the stairs, needing help getting out of bed because I’m too top heavy to sit up by myself, and countless other “side effects” of pregnancy that need no mention here.

I can’t stay grumpy for long, though, not when my precious baby keeps wiggling and jiggling to remind me she’s there. She’s probably just as uncomfortable as I feel these days; there’s no room for her anymore! For both of our sakes, baby girl, I hope you’re ready to make your appearance soon.

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