It is way too early to be feeling the way I do about this pregnancy.
I look in the mirror and I see this:
I have 9 more weeks before this baby is due to come out and I just want to stop growing and begin shrinking again (I hope!).
I'm at the point where I'm starting to retain water in my legs, hands, and face and that just is not a good look for me, or that guy in the purple suspenders. My legs feel like lead as I walk up my stairs and every time I bend over to pick up some toy off the ground I say "oi!" because it feels like I'm going to pop this kid up through my esophagus. I won't mention some of the other unpleasantries because I'm not sure who all reads this here blog of mine.
And why is it that I always run in to long lost frenemies or ex boyfriends when I'm starting to look my worst? That's just not fair! You want to be at your prime when that happens!
Ok, so it's not as bad as purple suspenders there, but I feel the way he looks. Poor Todd-has to listen to me complain for 9 more weeks. He might be more anxious for me to have this baby just so he doesn't have to listen to me!