MckMama posted a post on her blog about nearing the end of your pregnancy. Since I am in my final days I thought a similar post was only fitting. :)
…you’re beginning to wish you’d never mocked muumuus.
…all you really wanted for your birthday, was a foley catheter
…your stretch marks are getting their own stretch marks
…you’ve actually priced muumuus out online. Or at least considered it.
…when ordering lunch, you end with, “And that’ll do it for us,” you then realize that no one else is in the car with you.
…you actually know what a muumuu is.
…you have developed superpowers and can now sense when someone is going to ask, “Can’t be much longer, huh?” even before they even ask. To the point that you know how many hours is left... Is that sad?
…your ankles have gone missing, however you learn that you can sit with your feet in the kids swimming pool to reduce the swelling enough to resemble some sort of ankle like figure.
…your best friend who is due after you calls to say that her water just broke and she's heading to the hospital...You are highly irritated, because it's just not fair.
…the people at Creno's know you by name and ask if you would like your regular. Which in turn results in one amazing night of lucious salad and pizza.
…you find your skinny jeans in the closet, and the sight of the tiny, denim waist makes you throw up in your mouth a little.
…when you heave yourself out of bed at night, you make sounds like a mother walrus giving birth probably makes.
…your frequent need to urinate in the night has you celebrating your sleep milestones as one would for a newborn: “I slept for four hours straight last night! And the night before, I had two back to back three hour stretches!”
…you can’t see your feet. And you don’t even care.
…you can’t remember exactly how many weeks along you are. And you don’t even care. You just know that it’s not enough.
…you can’t remember the last time you took your prenatal vitamins. You can barely remember to do the simple routine things in life let alone a tiny pill that wrecks your day.
…everything you own is too small for you. Including your husbands shirts. And your wedding rings, although it’s far too late to take them off. The rings, that is.
…you consider actually popping the next person who tells you that you look “about ready to pop!”
...if another person rubs your belly other than your kids or husband, you might scream. I don't care if you are family... DON'T touch me!
…you’ve contemplated ways to break your own water. Or at least calling that Devil wears Prada 29 year old woman that you call your personal trainer when you aren't pregnant to take you on a power walk through the nature preserve to induce contractions so they'll take you in.
…you haven’t lost your sex drive. On the contrary, you constantly want to make out with your pillow and spoon with your comforter whilst whispering sweet nothings to your mattress.
…your underwear looks like your mom’s.
…you can’t wait to hurry up and give birth so that you can fit into your maternity clothes again.
…you’ve never been so thankful to be in this much discomfort, and you know beyond the shadow of a doubt that it will be worth it all.
I love being pregnant, and I love my many small children beyond all else... But I have decided when we do this again... NEVER again will I think that a summer baby is the way to go... Heat is miserable.
I'll post photos once our little darling is here. I may be MIA this week as I have a lot to do and no motivation... And Thursday is "D" day (Delivery day)
God Bless! Amanda