Ah, those final weeks of pregnancy.
For me, it has come to those final days. I don’t think time has ever gone by so. slowly.
Mama’s getting tired.
And cranky.
And just – very – sarcastic. More sarcastic than usual. I know. It’s not pretty.
I’m complaining a lot; to the point that I’m starting to irritate myself with the extent of that complaining. But being the entitled preggo that I am, I’m not going to dwell for too long on how much this is probably irritating those around me. I’m the one with a seemingly giant baby growing in my abdomen (my doctor continues to be astounded at the rate at which this baby is growing), therefore I shall continue to complain. And make those horrendously unattractive grunts when I stoop down to pick something up. And lay on the couch like a beached whale at any given opportunity.