Well, I have reached the point where I just want my daughter to come out. All day long all I can think about is how ready I am to have this baby. I have been so fortunate to have had such an easy pregnancy, but I'm over it. I am tired of looking like Humpty Dumpty, wearing the same 4 dresses because that's all that fits and tired of having the same conversation with people over and over:
Yes, I'm still here (you see me don't you???),
I'm due in x days (even though I have told you every day for the past 2 weeks how much longer I have, but let me do the math for you again today...it can be confusing),
yes, I'm excited (what kind of question is that??),
no, it is not appropriate to laugh when I walk in a room (I am pregnant-not a clown) and
no, I'm not having twins (my personal favorite).
I want to be mobile again, I would like to eat without getting heartburn, and I'd like to see my feet again, please! (Even if they are swollen sausages.)
I hope the labor Gods are listening, or the Scalini's eggplant works its voo-doo magic!!! (end rant)
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