Put a Fork In Her...

Done.  Ready for pregnancy to be over.  Or really I'm just ready for the uncomfortable parts of pregnancy to be over.  As a good friend said right before giving birth, "I just want to be able to touch my toes, and sneeze without peeing my pants."  I completely relate.  

I'm uncomfortable all the time.  Getting up from the couch is the hardest thing.  I feel like this:

There should be whale noises in the background every time I try to move.

And...the dreams are back.  Last night was a good one.  The lovely ladies at work keep telling me stories about what could happen.  So they have put some great terrifying thoughts in my head.  I dreamt that I went to my check up.  I really do have a check up on Tuesday and the doc. is going to start checking my cervix.  So in my dream she checked me and said, "Oh my you are pretty far along.  I'm calling the hospital to tell them you are on the way.  I can already see the head.  We should have a baby by 6:00."  I looked up at the clock and it was 4:00.  Then she sent me out of the office to drive myself to the hospital.  Like it was not big deal.  I waddled out of the office with my legs together so the baby didn't fall out.  I was completely terrified.  Really?  Just send me out the door to go to the hospital with a head coming out????

It probably didn't help that I have been watching every episode of I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant.  This show is ridiculous and now every time I go to the bathroom, I'm afraid that I'm going to turn around and see a baby in the toilet.

If any of you remember the turkey post about my disdain of belly buttons.  The dreaded is happening.  It's starting to pop out.  I'll have updated belly pics soon.  My camera man is taking a nap.