What does it feel like to be this close to delivering? Well, it sort of feels like I'm getting ready to run a marathon, but I have no idea when the gun is going to go off, and it could be at any second. When we sat down at a local Mexican restaurant last Wednesday, the waiters clearly were terrified of me. I shave my legs every day, just in case. When I call friends and family (even Greg, the notorious screener), people pick up, sometimes on the first ring. As I waddled around the playground this morning, I got knowing nods of empathy from other moms. I told Carly this morning that the reason it was taking me a bit longer to hop out of bed was because "mommy is kind of like a cow, with a big tummy, and it takes cows awhile to stand up when they are lying down" (at, which point, she promptly went into her bedroom and grabbed her cowgirl hat and said "Carly's a cowgirl too.").
The only thing I know for sure at this point is that we are going to have a December baby.
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