My due date is two days away, and yes, I am still pregnant.
The ONLY reason you can see my foot here (can you find it?) is because I’m standing on one leg, holding it out in front of my ginormous belly.
Don’t you just love my nightgown? It’s circa 2008 from my first pregnancy and is, hands down, the ugliest thing I own.
Husband thinks my stomach is bigger this time than it was when I was pregnant with ONE. I can tell you that while I’m not sure if my stomach is larger, I do know I am 8 pounds heavier and a whole lotta unpleasant. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to discuss anything, I don’t want to do anything.
Meanwhile, I continue to field questions from well-meaning people out there in the world. Yesterday I went to the credit union to get some money. The nice ladies there were aghast that I was,
1. Still pregnant
2. Walking around by myself in public — “shouldn’t you be at HOME? Or in the HOSPITAL?!”
3. Smiling (trying not to laugh at the above comments)
One of them, who I don’t really enjoy on a normal day, came around the counter to inspect me up close. She looked me up and down. She peppered me with questions, the most notable being “ARE YOU WALKING?? YOU NEED TO BE WALKING!”
Look lady, it’s 97 degrees outside, with a heat index of over 100. I most certainly am not walking. The only thing worse right now than being pregnant, is being pregnant whilst walking in this ridiculous heat.
What I have been doing: reading, laundry, cooking, climbing stairs and chasing after my soon-to-be-three-year-old. And napping. And hoping that today will be the day.