The Fun Part

Wait, what?  Well it's here like a ton of bricks.  Everyone said the last month is the worst.  "Just wait"  how many times have I heard that.  It can't get that bad I thought.  However it's amazing how you pass that mark, the last countdown and things begin to change drastically.  The baby runs out of room in your ever stretched out tummy.  Head down and pushing every liquid to the brink of leaking out at any time. ( or so it feels like)  How is he not folded in half when I sit down? Seriously the process still amazes me everyday.  Those hands and feet protruding inches above your tight tummy. (terrifying is the word that comes to mind during those moments)  How does the skin not break open?  I feel like Bella in Breaking Dawn with the "alien creature" trying to break out at any moment :)  Last night I slept well considering I had to get up and go to the bathroom five times, no joke, five times.  I think that's a record for me.  I keep getting the " you look tired" comments from people.  My response..."I miss coffee" And I really do, however I'm not sure it would help with the dark circles, and puffy eyes, I certainly don't feel as tired as I look.  Yesterday i was at Costco, when one of "those kicks" happened.  I didn't realize I had grabbed my side and obviously made a wincing face, until a lady came up to me grabbed my arm and asked if I was OK.  How embarrassing.  I told her I was fine, and explained it was just a hard kick.  I  hadn't realized that other people could see me, it's amazing that I can be in public and yet be totally involved in my own pregnant world.  I can just imagine what I looked like to her, one of those people in labor and out shopping, just waiting to fall down and cause a scene because they were too stubborn to go home and lay down.  That's what her face said to me anyway. I didn't think I was going to get swollen.  Why?  I'm not sure, just thought I'd luck out of that one.  But I'm down to necklaces and earrings for flare.  I don't even want to pull my hair back, I need it to cover my chubby cheeks and wide nose, and double chin.  Rings are no more and even shoes are iffy depending on the shoe.  Mostly in tennis shoes, I need the support and comfort really.  I thought I'd be the girl that wore her heels to the hospital, but to no avail, again I'm only human and very very pregnant.