Why don't people stop and think before they speak? Between the heartburn, the false labor, the sleepless nights, etc etc I'm a little sensitive and people (even random strangers) feel the need to ask how far along I am and put their two cents in. I'm REALLY sensitive about my weight right now and for someone to say "wow, you look like you're ready to pop" and "you can't get any bigger" really doesn't sit well with me. What kind of reaction are you looking to get from me?! Is that suppose to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? I just don't understand. Why can't someone walk up to me and tell me that I look beautiful or that I'm glowing... rather than "you look like you're ready to have this baby any day". Colin's great at telling me I'm beautiful... but that's his job, lol.
More tears have been shed today, unfortunately. I devoted today to finishing our Christmas stockings (decided to hand make them) but I was only able to do the kids when I had to stop because my fingers are too fat and I can't thread the needle and every time the sewing machine got jammed I broke down in tears because my fingers were too fat to get in there and pick out the jammed thread.
We're/I'm also starting to get the phone calls and emails asking me if there's any baby yet. Come on people, do you not think I'd let you know?! When this little one decides to make an appearance I'm going to be shouting it from the roof tops.
As you can tell, I'm done. I'm ready to claim my body back. I'm ready to snuggle with my new little peanut. I'm ready to get rid of these stupid hormones that are all over the map. I'm ready to be able to have Robbie sit on my lap again.... I'm ready.
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