1 More Month and Counting Down

Okay folks, we are counting down 1 month until Cases grand unveiling, but in the mean time, being pregnant isn’t cute anymore.

First of all, there is no more room. I’m busting at the scenes. My pregnant belly is no longer round perky, but grotesquely deformed. The belly has morphed into a multiple lumps and protruding bumps. One lump is for Cases rump, another bump for arms and legs, and a final bulge for his body.

Second, I have officially gotten cankels. It doesn’t matter if I am standing or sitting, by the end of the day if I haven’t propped up my feet every 3-4 hours I am sporting Sherek hooves. I don’t know how people take pictures this late in the game, because there is no way I could possibly produce a flattering pose. Everything is too swollen and disproportioned.

Third, as if swelling wasn’t enough, I’m sore. It feels like people have been whipping the palms of my hands and souls of my feet. Plus my body is preparing for birth so things are spreading, stretching, and hurting. Believe me, no one ever wants to associate themselves with the word spreading. Sigh.

Fourth, it is hot. It’s been in the upper 90’s all week long and I am about to die from heat stroke (no AC sucks). Cody came home the other day only to find me sprawled out on the couch, legs propped up in the air, laying in my skivvies, fan blowing full blast inches away. Believe me folks, if I could have physically dragged the refrigerator over to the couch to prop open the door and catch some coolness, I would have done it. Needless to say Cody found the whole scene funny. I did not. Never laugh at a pregnant woman’s ailments.

Finally, my emotions are in overdrive. Overall the entire pregnancy has been relatively normal. I admit, I have had a couple freak-outs, but life changing, world altering experiences will do that to a person. This month is different. I’m emotional for no reason and don’t see an end to the periodic tears until this until the baby is born.

Of course I don’t need to mention the heartburn, sleepless nights, constantly peeing, not being able to eat or the overall physical discomfort. That’s just part of the package deal. However, with all that said, being pregnant isn’t cute anymore. I am ready to carry my bundle of joy in my arms instead of in my belly and move on to the next phase of life. One more month and counting down!