I’m officially on the surgery charts for July 6th to get this little bugger out of me! Not that I don’t love all of the “bonding” we’ve been doing, but really, it’s time. I remember (since it wasn’t so long ago) how the last 2 months got difficult, but the last 2 weeks were total hell. Well, we’re pretty close to that 2 week mark, and I think we’re getting a head start on hell.
If this kid doesn’t stick a foot outside of my womb between now and July 6th, I’ll be happy. This one is sitting much lower than Nolan, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m enjoying it. Tasks such as bending over, putting on shoes (thank goodness for warm weather and flip flops), and such are becoming the equivolent of running a 6 minute mile (not that I’ve ever accomplished that in my life).
In 3 weeks and 3 days, I’ll quite my bitching. Well, about being pregnant anyway. And sometime before then, I’ll try to get a beached whale photo up for you all to laugh at and enjoy.