And on a side note, does anyone feel like having just a bit of pity on me?
I'm 34 weeks pregnant today, but I feel like I'm about 45 weeks. I usually try to hide behind the camera but I let Ryan have it for a bit today. I'm pretty convinced that the end of pregnancy has to be incredibly uncomfortable in every manner possible in order to prepare us to actually look forward to giving birth. I will gladly endure a day of pain and child birth for two reasons.
#1). To have my sweet, precious baby in my arms.
#2). To get back to normal.
I'm counting down the days and praying for the days to pass quickly.