The good, the bad, and the ugly

Last Thursday was the big 39 week milestone of this pregnancy. So here I am in all my beach ball glory. This top pretty much adds a month onto my belly size and might possibly make me look like a circus clown but I love it, so I wear it.



I know hearing me drone on about my pregnancy is by far the highlight of your day. And so, once again, I have some things to say.

• It is no longer amusing to "squeeze by" anyone or anything. I don't fit. Period.
• Underestimating the size of my belly has indeed become a problem. For instance, it gets a little embarrassing to accidentally greet people with my belly before I greet them with words from my mouth. This is also a problem in bathroom stalls, where, if you haven't figured out by now, I spend a lot of my time. If I don't go into a handicap stall, I will inevitably hit myself with the door. It was funny the first time but not so much the 110th time.
• I am HOT HOT HOT all the time time time. This does not work well for sleeping. I did notice last night that at about 4:30 a.m. the house starts to cool down and I can actually fall asleep. And when Livvy comes bounding into my room at 6:30, ready to go for the day, I have to remind myself that this whole pregnancy thing was my idea, and a good (if not GREAT) idea, at that.
• I would like to blame the fact that I washed my cell phone in the washing machine on pregnancy brain. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. I feel much better.
• My hands and feet are swollen. They don't look so bad but they hurt. All the time. When I tell people I am swollen they really just laugh me off and don't give my sausage fingers and toes the credit they deserve. I can't help it that I was born with scrawny appendages! However, my sister-in-law Amy was kind enough to point out that yes, my feet are swollen. Thanks already! It's nice to be validated about something that I am complaining about. My word. And because of the swelling factor, my arms and hands fall asleep all night long. The other night I was up every hour shaking out the pins and needles.
• Most nights I get ready for bed, go the bathroom, and hop in bed. Right after I hop in bed I have to go to the bathroom. So I get out, do my thing, get back in bed, and wham! Back to the bathroom. This is no joke. And it goes on for like 45 minutes. So I sit up and watch T.V. or read and Dave just loves it... Really. I'm sure he secretly wants to hate me. But he can't. Because I am barefoot and pregnant and it's his fault.
• Livvy has found a new hiding place under Sara's bed after she takes off her diaper and pees or poops on the floor, couch, or my bed. She isn't very discretionary. Having her hide under the bed is a BIG problem for me because I can't exactly reach her! Just give me a few days and she'll be quite surprised all the places mommy can actually fit. Game over little stinker!
• My neighbors (two separate ones at separate times) walked by the other night while I was vacuuming out the car and informed me that I was nesting. Nesting? Heck no! This is stuff that has to be done! Okay, so maybe they are right...
• In other news, I really will miss the relationship I have had with the baby while he is growing in my belly. It's a special thing that only a mama can experience and I love it!

So ya think I'm about ready to be done? Yep. Ready. Well, except for some painting that needs to be done in my bedroom. Working on it... And as much as I love to complain- it's not my doctor that says I can't have the baby, it's me. He would have induced me days ago but it just doesn't fit into my schedule. Ha! Too many things going on. I think he thinks I am crazy. And I probably am.

The front view really is more forgiving of my size and so I must share.