Ten Weeks

Please people, keep telling me I can do this. I have ten weeks to go until my due date, and I'm already getting frustrated with sharing my body...it's not so much the body sharing, I don't mind that. It's the everything else that goes with it. The running 15 degrees warmer than everyone else. It's the heartburn. When I drink water. Let's not even get started on tomato sauce or burritos. It's poor Gene having to shove me off the couch or bed at times. It's the fact that I borrow maternity clothes from friends who have recently had their first baby, and I thought she and I were about the same size, pre-pregnancy, but guess what? It would appear that number two makes your stomach have a mind of its own. And while *technically* I can fit into some of the pants, let's just hope people aren't looking too closely. The jeans will be okay, I think, since I can just throw on the longest top I can find, but...I'm ready for some real people clothes. I don't want to resort to yoga or jogging pants permanently, but let me assure you, it is pretty tempting. I will say at least yoga pants have a certain 'cute' factor to them. Think positive. Think positive.

I don't want a preemie. Not in the least. I just need some assurance that the next 8 to 10 weeks WILL pass by. Eventually.

I feel (some of) your pain! The heartburn and the sleeping difficulties are what are bothering me the most right now. I've only got 1 month to go until my due date, though... so less time to wait!

Of course, somehow I imagine that I won't have much better sleeping patterns once the baby's here!