Maybe we have made the last 10 months up
Maybe I was abducted by aliens and there is not really a baby moving around in my stomach.
That would explain the fact that....
I am still pregnant.
Yes, 41 weeks and 1 day and I am still carrying this child on the inside.
You've probably noticed I haven't been around much in the last week.
Maybe you checked in to see if I had the baby.
Maybe you figured I haven't posted because I was home resting and bonding with my new baby.
Nope, I haven't been around because I am miserable.
Just ask my husband.
I hate complaining. I am grateful that this baby has cooked for as long as he has. It could be worse.
A lot worse.
But, I am done.
I'm done with the heartburn
I'm done with the 45 trips to the bathroom in an hour
I'm done with the contractions that stop the minute I start to think "this is it"
I'm done with the pity glances while I waddle around
I'm done with getting kicked in the ribs
I'm done with people asking "baby yet?"
I miss being able to put on my own socks and shoes
I miss being able to get dressed in real clothes
I miss being able to bend over
This post is random and it's dumb and I know in a few months I'll look back and roll my eyes at myself when I have two kids screaming and crying - then I'll realize how lucky I was when I looked like I was smuggling a turkey under my shirt.