All I can say is Oooof, I am PREGNANT.  Seriously, this is what all those books and websites meant when they wrote that one can get “uncomfortable” in the 3rd trimester.  Each morning I wake up with the realization that I am indeed swollen with child, and I must figure out how to get up!  My feet resemble something like sausages, or Shrek’s feet.  Each night, Hubby and I kiss each other goodnight, turn out the light and catch our 7 or 8 hours of Zzzz’s — and yes, I am still sleeping through the night like a big pregnant hibernating bear — but we have now realized that these are the very LAST nights where we get to choose when we stop watching John Stewart on Tivo, hit the pillow, and rest.  It’s sort of comical…

We’ve started saying “Holy $%^$&, Batman, this is IT.  We are going to have a baby!!!”  Our world is about to change.

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