-I'm getting heartburn while standing up. It's even more fun when I lay down.
-I can't get my wedding band off.
-I have to wear my Vans with gel soles at all time while cooking or my feet feel like I've been standing for hours.
-I have exactly two outfits that I can still fit in for church, and exactly one pair of shoes that is still comfortable.
-I've come to terms with the fact that for at least 30 minutes after I lay down to sleep, baby will keep me awake with a stunning dance routine.
-Any waddling you see is not from a big belly--it's from Braxton Hicks and/or pelvic pressure. I'm not looking forward to this baby dropping (if there's even anywhere left for her to drop. Sure doesn't feel like it).
-I'm nesting like a mad woman.
-I'm stressing over the logistics of taking care of Seth while we're at the hospital.
-Asian food sounds terrible to me. Even P.F. Chang's. Probably has something to do with all the heartburn...
-I'm cherishing my time with Seth. I hope he forgives us quickly for messing with his life.
-I'm currently sleeping with three pillows: two under my head for heartburn, one between my knees. Jon's never been so grateful for a king-sized bed.
-There are small piles of pink clothes on the nursery floor waiting for me to deal with them. Does it make me sound like a wimp if I say I'm very intimidated by those pink clothes?
-I'm realizing that if this baby comes ten days early (like Seth did), then we'll have a new baby in less than a month. My brain is not ready for that. My aching body would be happy to deliver tomorrow.
-I swear my face gets puffier every morning.
-My ribs hurt ALL THE TIME. This kid is in my ribs ALL THE TIME.
-I'm grateful that I can still shave my legs in our stall shower without having to sit on the ground. With Seth I was already at that point by now.
-This baby is coming next month. I can't get that through my head.
