Forgive me for the public restroom photo, but I took it today at class. That is also why I am wearing a name tag. I haven't gotten so bad that I'm forgetting my own name... yet! Truthfully, I'm feeling like I finally understand the phrase all baby, because I am ALL BABY. My belly proceeds me into rooms. Living as close as I do to the line between two counties, I sometimes wonder if I'm big enough to fit into two separate zip codes. I bump into things. I can't bend. I'm not sure where the baby is going to come out, because well, I can't see anything down there anymore. I hope everything is still in the right place!
I'm tired and achy and so ready to meet this baby, but I'm still enjoying this last week or days that I have left. The baby is so clearly running out of room, but I feel him/her move all the time. I can feel little feet and little hands, and it nearly breaks me to think that soon I'll feel those little feet and hands on the outside, wrapped tight in my arms.
I may be giant, I may be unwieldy, but I'm so in love.