The final month

We are in our final month of this pregnancy. Some days I feel like it has flown by; other days I feel every week of the 36.5 that I am. Either way, the anxiety level is growing for all of us as we anxiously await the day that she will arrive.

At about the ninth month is when the baby, with all its glory as it continues to grow, takes over a woman's body completely. I no longer own my body. This baby does. Some of this ownership that baby has taken are (somewhat) enjoyable. Others I have to force myself to laugh at or I would be in for a very very long final 3 weeks.

Standing up right, as straight as I can, I have lost complete sight of my entire lower body. I don't see my feet, knees, legs, thighs, and I certainly can't see anything above my thighs. That, we don't need to discuss on this blog.

This inability to see my lower half has made my weekly doctor's appointments, where the clinic insists you pee in a cup, nearly impossible. It's not pretty, it's not clean and for Pete's sake if I try and bend over any further to see what I am aiming at, I may dethrone myself.

My maternity shirts are too short. Sigh. I remember when my non-maternity shirts made me look like pooh bear, so I brought out my maternity clothes. Now I feel like I am up river without a paddle. What do you do when the maternity shirts show your really big pregnancy tummy. Nobody, I repeat, nobody, wants to see my belly peeking out underneath my shirts. Yet I am at a complete loss as to how to resolve this issue.

My pants are really really tight. Again, when my non maternity pants became too tight I just pulled out the maternity bin. Now what do I do?

I'm considering living in my house naked. If you are a neighbor, and you know who you are, ya better knock :)

My attempt to not waddle failed a month or so ago. Now, I just can't waddle fast enough to keep up. I try so hard to keep up with Brent and Mallory but my legs just can't handle it. I feel like Dorf on golf.

I pee 3-4 times at night. Honestly. At least I don't need to aim into a little cup each time. Look on the bright side, right?

In all seriousness, I wouldn't trade this in for anything. I love feeling her move and I am in awe that a human can build another human. I just cannot wait to hold this little girl in my arms, instead of having her squeezed inside of my stomach :)

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