Okay, so I'm not "officially" due until Friday, but I am feeling nothing but big and fat. It literally feels like something is stabbing me in the ribs when I try to sleep at night. I have become convinced that there cannot possibly be room for this little alien inside me and that he/she must surely be smashed.
I'm trying very hard not to be one of those really whiny, pathetic pregnant women who waddle around complaining to everyone, but I'm quickly approaching that status. Actually, I have some fun things going on this weekend, and I've managed to get a pedicure lined up at a local salon school with my buddy Kathy, so if I am once again extrememly overdue, I will at least have lovely polished puffy toes.
I know the calls will start coming, "Jayne, how are you doing? Have you had that baby?" Oh, the calls. I do go to the midwife tomorrow so maybe there will be some action happening. I am planning for Thursday to be my last day of work. My co-workers took me out to lunch last week, so now I think they are like, "okay, enough....we'll see you when you've had this kid."
So say a little prayer or mantra today, "Come along, baby Dressing, we're ready for you. The world is ready to meet you."
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