Here I am - single, unpregnant, and making a fool of myself. I love this photo, because it reminds me of when I was skinny and never got charley horses.
It's hard not to count the days in anticipation of Max's arrival. I feel like my life right now is all about that... waiting. I've had a lot of practice at the waiting game, though. I was in a state of waiting in that photo, waiting for my man Nate to ride in on his white horse and rescue me from singledom. The difference here is that I have an estimated arrival date.
I can't say that being pregnant has been a bad experience, but I'm at the point where I want my body back. I want to run up the stairs two at a time. I want to lay on my stomach. I want to paint my toenails and color my hair. I want to hug my knees to my chest. And I want to slouch without crushing another human being. But I also wanted a baby.
I guess all I'm saying with this post is the obvious - I'm ready to be done. I want my baby now, please... that and a body that will fit into my normal clothes again.
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