Welp, here's 36 weeks!
Let's all take a moment to pity me. Just kidding, I actually feel really good. It's not until I see pictures like this one when I realize why every man, woman, and child seems to be giving me a 12 foot radius of space at all times--as if I'm my own vehicle and totally don't know how to drive this thing.
Yesterday we went bowling for our friend Phil's birthday and I kind of felt like I should just roll myself down the lane with this mother-of-a gut. When I got dressed to go Adam just came saying, "Oh my gosh, hunny, you're so pregnant."
Tuesday I start my weekly Dr. visits. Hopefully the frequent--not to mention awkward--poking and prodding will result in me going into labor early.
One can only dream.
Checklist of symptoms this week:
Pelvis about to snap √
Penguin waddle √
Seasons 1-3 of Grey's Anatomy watched √
Stretch marks √√√
Back rubs--someone is still working on that one
Indecent carb consumption √
Dr. Pepper infatuation √
I'm not going to get any bigger am I?