Well, Orion is still in my belly.
True story: I am sitting on the corner of the couch you can't see if you look in the front door. I just got out of the shower and only have a sports bra and underwear on. (Ooo la la la! Yea, right. Nothing FITS. That's why this is all I have on.) Anyway, someone is knocking on the front door. Obviously, I'm not going to get up and answer the door like this. So I'm hiding out on the corner of the couch until they go away.
This is what pregnancy has come to. In addition to rolling off furniture, groaning every time I attempt to get up, counting ice cream sandwiches as part of the dairy food group and, once in a while, turning around on the way out of the bathroom because I have to go, again, because Orion has shifted a little. Not to mention the bruise I have from where the little man keeps kicking me.
You know how some women LOVE to be pregnant. I am NOT one of them. I just want to go for a run. And hold our little baby in my arms. Not my belly ...
7 days or less. I wonder if I will look back and miss this? Heh :)
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