Breaking the Silence

It's been awhile since I posted. I wish I had something amazing to post about, but no. Just the usual ranting about pregnancy stuff... so I'll go with that.

As of late, I've been in a monster funk. Like most everything, I blame the pregnancy. I went from cute pregnant chick to beached whale over the course of a few days. I didn't even realize how big I was until I went to Target and caught a glimpse of a large pregnant chick waddling in the window. It was totally me. Thank goodness our bathroom mirror is MUCH smaller and doesn't give me the full view. Last night pretty much did me in. Alex and I were in the middle of a conversation. It ended abruptly when I looked down and exclaimed, "Alex, my ankles are gone!!" Seriously. Gone. He laughed. We compared ankles. He laughed some more. I wanted to cry.

So, yes... to sum it up, I'm ready for the baby to exit this vessel ASAP. Mentally I'm completely freaked, but the physical annoyances/discomforts are giving me the illusion of readiness.

On a semi-unrelated note. Alex won Husband of the Year award yesterday. As I mentioned previously (or not), yesterday was the worst day ever. I woke up with a headache, had a stressful day and felt crampy, tired and semi-nauseous all day to boot. By the time I got home I was on the verge of meltdown. Alex took one look at me, made his assessment and said exactly what I needed to hear, "How about we go out for a nice dinner?" It was PERFECT. We had dinner at Carrabba's and made a pit stop at the mall. A perfect evening. One might even refer to it as a date (don't tell Alex). :)

I go in for my weekly check-up tomorrow. At last week's visit I was approximately 75% effaced and dilated to a 1. I'm due on the 20th and will be induced on the 30th if I haven't delivered by then. Let's all just start praying now that I deliver sooner than later.