Still here, still very pregnant.
Doctor's appointment this morning revealed the following:
- weight gain is fine (I stopped looking at the scale several weeks ago, and in turn have enjoyed this pregnancy much more)
- BP is fine
- baby's HR is fine
- belly is measuring fine
- everything is FINE
I can't help feeling disappointed that nothing has progressed.
Like, at all.
"Looks like you'll be having a Christmas baby. Somebody has to, right?"
What's another week (or more) now that I'm nearly ten months into it?
I mean, I'm kind of tired of my rib cage serving as somebody's jungle gym.
I'm kind of tired of being this shape.
I'm kind of tired of wearing the same three outfits.
Mostly, I am beside myself with excitement to hold our baby (when I'm not too busy being tired).