You know, I would love to be the perky, happy, glowing pregnant lady... but I've come to grips with the fact that I'm just NOT. While I am fortunate that my body is (clearly) capable of baby making I simply don't enjoy being pregnant.
I'm tired, y'all, and my hips are aching. My son is sucking the little bit of energy that I have left and I'm waking up seven times every night to pee. I have fallen three times in the past two weeks and have given up trying to eat well because I just don't have time. On top of everything else, my maternity clothes no longer fit and I honestly don't care that the bottom of my belly usually hangs out of my shirt. It's actually more comfortable that way because 23.5 hours of every day I feel like I'm going to DIE from heat exhaustion and the breeze feels quite nice.
In that vein, I've decided it's in everyone's best interests that I have this baby in four weeks. I can't make it 6 weeks to my due date but by week 38 baby should be nice and baked so let's get some happy thoughts going for the last week of October. Pray, do a baby dance, whatever you got. Let's get this party started!