30 Weeks

I have to say that I love this picture. Not because of wonderful quality or great composition, but because it makes me look smaller than most pictures (gasp!). And smaller than I feel. At 30 weeks, I am the kind of pregnant mama that people ask, "Are you sure it's just one?" (And who ever said that was a polite kind of question, anyway???? It's somehow akin to HOW MANY children do you have?)

However, I can understand wanting to ask that question, because at 30 weeks, I am also the kind of mama that feels like I am packing a bowling ball in my belly. Not just an air-inflated basketball. And I can no longer bend over to pick up a dropped pen. No siree, dropped pens just stay dropped until a more slender member of my family comes along. I am trying to walk most days, but it is a completely forced effort. I just want to sit. Don't really want to lay anywhere because of terrible indigestion and ribs that threaten to pop at any moment when I lay on my side.

Despite all of the complaints, however, I know that in just a few short weeks, I'll be holding our new baby girl in my arms and wiping tears from my eyes. This will all be worth it. And tomorrow, I'm one step closer to her...I'm having an ultrasound and will see her beautiful face. Will post pictures as soon as I can.

Now I am actually 31 weeks along.

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