I really did not want to complain about my baby not arriving yet because 1) technically he's not late and 2) this is likely my last pregnancy so I have to "enjoy" it while it lasts.
But with each passing day, the pressure of dragging a fat ass & an exploding belly (especially to work!!) is proving to be a mountainous task as the days go by!
My tummy is already about the size of a pregnant mum at 40 weeks, way bigger than when I had my girl. Maybe because I'm having a boy or maybe because of all the good stuff I've been eating every week or maybe because I just get fat easily, I don't know, but I've seriously (cross my heart) tried my best to control my weight! *sigh*
|My irritating smart-ass colleague says I need a sign like this on my back.. >_<|
He's right though.. *laughs*
Even my usually calm and chillax obstetrician is a little concerned about my ballooning womb and suggested that I go for another scan this Friday to determine the size of the baby. If he's too big we may need to induce to get him out.
I keep getting the feeling that my boy will be out earlier than expected because of the cryptic dreams he keeps giving me on how he wants to be out of my tummy and running about. Well it's still early so we'll see.
In the meantime, excuse me while I try to endure and cope with the heat (what heat you ask? I've got 2 beating hearts and a very active baby boy. Trust me, it is hot in here!).
Breathe Mad, breathe.