Do you remember how weeks and weeks ago, I wore this gray tank top and had only the slightest bit of a bump?
And now, at 36 weeks, I can just barely pull it down to cover my stomach that now seems like it can't possibly grow any further out. My skin is stretched as tight as a drum, and several times a day, I get little feet sticking out of me every which way.
I love it. I can't imagine how much bigger I'm going to get over the next four or so weeks, but I love it. I hit 12 pounds of weight gained, and even though I'm pouty to be over ten, I know half of that weight is baby... so really, I think I'm doing pretty well! I'm still working out, though I don't know how much longer I can keep up 40 minutes every night.
Today is June 16th. My due date is July 16th. I can't believe that by this time next month, I may have possibly already met the little one inside of me... or I may be getting very close to meeting him/her. The baby clothes are all washed. My hospital bag is packed. The only thing I have left to get together is the list of people for Shane to call after the baby is born. I can't believe the time between 13 weeks and 36 weeks went so quickly, but I can truthfully say that I've loved every single minute.