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My pregnancy ticker makes me bitter...

So, seeing this today on my blog made me bitter for a moment:

"Only 1 days to go!"

I feel like its mocking me...And yeah, I can tell the baby's the size of a watermelon - All I have to do is look down. Yep, watermelon's still there.

How am I really doing? Honestly, I'm fine. Uncomfortable, but fine. I'll make it another week to my induction date if it comes to that. I have a doc appt tomorrow morning, on my actual due date, so I'll get to see him on the sono machine one last time and all I'm really hoping for is that I've made some progress on the cervix-thinning front. If I have, then momma will be happy.

One. More. Week. Then the swelling in my hands and feet will go down (I know, I know - not right away but after a few days it will) and in a couple weeks (or 3 or 4) after that, I can start working out again and TRY to get my body somewhat back into an acceptable size/shape. But most importantly, I'll finally get to see that handsome little profile I've been staring at week after week in my sonos in 3D. And I'll get to hear him cry and cuddle my chunky monkey in my arms. more week.

In other news, I got the letters to his name painted and hung up. I'm pretty proud of them! They look cute. Jason likes them too, so I know I'm not just being biased - cause if they looked like poo, he'd tell me. And, I got the rest of my Miche diaper bag I wanted in the mail Saturday so I have my diaper bag too! And I LOVE it!!

Tres Cute, non?

And, my super awesome glider rocker should be here some time this week - YAY! Can't wait to get that set up in baby's room. And...what else?? I guess that's all for now.

I'll close by saying that if one more person walks past my desk today as says, "Are you still here?" I may not be polite. Happy Monday!


BnE's Mommy said…
Tell them if they keep asking, THEY might not be here for long. :)

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