I am quite pregnant. Though I haven't gained any weight myself in the last month, the baby clearly has. That belly of mine. Whew.
Side note: the perinatologist estimated Violet at over 9 pounds last Tuesday. I am very skeptical, but we'll see who has the last laugh.
My due date is five days away. I have surpassed the point when the twins were induced. And when the twins were actually born (two days later).
I'm beginning to recognize some reoccuring signs of being pretty much full term.
1. I have to preface any family phone call with "I'm not in labor".
2. Anytime there is trash on the floor I just stare at it, debating. Can I pick it up with my toes? Is there a chance the kids will notice it and pick it up for me? If I stare at it long enough, will I develop telekinetic powers and make the trash throw itself away?
3. Pregnancy brain has seriously kicked in. Case in point: it took me three tries to hang my front door wreath. With a sticky hook. My first attempt was about belly button level. And yet I stared at it for a while, wondering if there was any chance it was passable.
In re-reading the above bullets, it appears I do a lot of staring and contemplating these days, wondering just how much lower my expectations can go...
All craziness aside, we can't wait to meet you, Violet!