- "When you gonna pop?" I realized today how much I despise this. I mean, I've always hated this, but seriously? Pop? Balloons pop, not pregnant women.
- "Is your water going to break?" Well, let's see, if I knew, I'd tell you. And, if I knew, I probably would be at home, relaxing, or walking...all wearing a pad.
- "Are you ready?" Um, no. 41 weeks of pregnancy is blissful. I love the amazing sleep I'm getting. I love my heartburn. I love it take all the effort I have just to freakin' roll over in bed. I love that I have to pee every 45 seconds. I love that I'm eating the weirdest things....Chinese food for breakfast today. I love that I'm too tired to work, and I'm bored out of my mind. I love it, really, I do. No really, the only thing I do absolutely love is the idea there is a beautiful little baby growing inside my uterus. I love feeling his kicks and knowing I am nourishing him.
Well, those are the big ones for now. I am irritable. I am grumpy. I may be slightly sarcastic if you ask me any of the following. No, I have no idea when the baby's coming. I am not sick. I feel good (okay, except for the rolling over at night & my grumpiness). My body knows what to do. My baby knows what to do.