So, I know it’s been forever… again… I’ve come to the realization that I’m just not committed.
I mean, I can commit to some things… ice cream, obsessive working out, eating more ice cream because I’m obsessively working out. You know the program.
But I did want to hop back on for a quick update on the whole sharing my body with another little lady experience.
I have been loving every second, up until my legs/ankles/feet all because the same size as my thighs and basically look like walking tree trunks. Yes, the swelling, leaking, aching, waddling stage has finally taken over and I’m officially ready to stop being a duplex and start kissing a little nose and tiny toes and fingers.
Someone told me that the end of pregnancy gets horrible just so that you’re good and ready to face any kind of pain to get the baby out.
I might just be there.
I’m 38 weeks. My hospital bag is officially packed. I use every spare moment to walk around the neighborhood begging little Emaline to come check out her cool new crib that we finally set up.
Unfortunately, she seems very content. Oh well, what’s another 2-3 weeks? And who says fluid-filled stubs aren’t hot?
Um… me. But what is hot is having a talented photographer friend who can make you feel pregnancy looks gorgeous on you… even if you’re convinced the only way that was possible was countless hours of editing. Thank you, SARA WILLIFORD! Oh well… Enjoy some pics from week 35. (Because I’m sure as heck not going to take any other pictures until Emie is in my arms!!!)
PS If you’re prego and want to sport a Baby on Board tshirt to your races or while you workout… We’ve finally got a pretty good system set up to make/ship your shirt! Email me… and way to go all you Hot Baby on Board Mamas!!!