round and round she goes I'm still insanely, freakishly pregnant. When I'm in public, waddling down the street or plopped into a seat on the max train, people stare at me, like no-shit turn their heads and stare and make comments regarding my size. I am slow and bulbous and for some reason this makes my mentality slow and bulbous as well, so I don't really know what to say to people. "Yep, I sure am big, hahaha. Look like I'm about ready to drop her on the street, yessir." The midwife poked at me and announced that the baby's probably about 7 1/2 pounds. She says this is normal for two weeks before my due date. If I go until my due date, she'll be about 8 1/2 pounds. If I go two weeks over, 9 1/2 pounds. Thassa lotta baby. Lotta big, fat, pink baby. I can't wait to meet her. But I'd like to have a few days of maternity leave before she comes. My belly button has finally turned inside-out. I've always had a pretty deep belly button and I've always thought of it as sort of a dark, secret, mysterious place, so it's weird to have its secrets revealed, pushed out into the open for all to see. Well, I guess not for ALL to see, I'm not one to wear tube tops or post nude pictures of myself on telephone poles or anything. At least not at this point. Maybe later. I don't know what else to say. I feel a little strange right now. Does that mean I'm going into labor? I guess I'll see. |