I have to wear Dallas’s XL t-shirts to bed.
The only reason I clean my house is so I won’t be embarrassed in case I unexpectedly have to call a neighbor over to watch the girls while I go into labor.
People say my bump looks small and I don’t believe them.
And I get irritated at them for lying to me.
People say I look huge (and have been saying as much for WEEKS) and I do believe them.
And I get irritated at them for telling the truth.
I want to sleep all day.
I can’t sleep all day because of my girls.
I want to sleep all night.
I can’t sleep all night because of sore hips and bathroom breaks.
I’m excited to hold a newborn…but am also afraid I’ve forgotten how.
My due date seems so far away when I think about it in terms of achy bones and a swelling belly, but so close when I think about it in terms of all-nighters, squirting poop, and projectile spit up.
One month to go!