So how am I doing? s**F20Yo&&2p!!! and humph.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Gone around the bend
I remember the last pregnancy hitting this point where I was simply done. But it was my first time so I had all these jitters and nerves to work through and the sheer wonder and excitement of it all. Am I excited this time? Well sure, but less so. Nothing against baby boy, it's just: been there; done that. And the wall I have hit is really freaking huge. I have gone around the bend folks. No more answering in a chirpy bird voice: just fine, thanks! When people ask me for the gazillionth time that day how I'm doing. Instead I growl and snap back with some sarcastic comment like how do I LOOK like I'm doing?? It helps that this strange belly I have is oddly misshapen and shooting out of me like a bullet, straight ahead. It just looks painful. Strangers point and laugh. I honestly fear I might get charged with assault one day the next time it happens. But, the upside? People don't try to touch me. They take one look and think, oh god, if I touch that it will burst open and one of the Alien characters will claw its way out and eat my face off. And they're right. It will. Or I will. Same difference. I guess it would be good if there was light at the end of the tunnel and I should think to myself hey, just a month left, but instead I think oh God, how much bigger can it get in thirty days when it keeps doubling each weekend it seems?