33 weeks

Until this week I could answer the question "how are you feeling?" with "fat, but great!"

This week, my response to the same question became more of a snarl. People have been getting dirty looks left and right. If people really cared, instead of asking how I feel they would keep quiet and give me a foot rub or some chocolate.

I now dread bed time because no matter how many pillows, blankets, tosses and turns, I cannot seem to get comfortable. My belly hurts, my back hurts, I wake up sweating while Russ piles on the blankets because he is cold. Ironically, all I ever want to do while I am awake is go to sleep.

Next time a stranger asks when my baby is due, I am determined to respond with "WHAT baby?" just to see the look on said stranger's face. I need a good laugh.

Luckily I have a wonderful husband who doesn't complain about my keeping him up at night, who rubs my feet even when they are stinky, and who makes his own breakfast, lunch and dinner without complaint because I just don't want to do it.

On a more positive note, I became excited today thinking about how I will have my little girl watch such shows as My Little Pony and Care Bears. I am so excited to have a girl - I welcome all things pink, ruffly, princess-y, etc. I also welcome any chocolate-y presents you wish to send me. the end.