Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Everyday now someone asks me if I feel like I'm about to pop. The truth is I know my belly's just going to continue growing until this baby exits, but I can't imagine it any bigger. Every time I bend over I feel like I'm going to pop, yes. Putting on my shoes makes me feel like I'm going to pop. Shaving my legs does too. But other than that I'm doing alright. More than wanting this baby out is my hoping that things will be manageable after it comes. That I can be a patient, loving mom of two little angels, and that I'll be a pleasant wife on little sleep. Besides, it's fun being in anticipation and not knowing the day or the hour that this little one will arrive. And I like it when Eric talks to my belly.