At this point, I am only capable of writing about my pregnancy. My apologies. But it is what everything in my life is currently revolving around.
And today is a big day. I am 37 weeks pregnant, which means I'm officially full term.
I had no idea until recently that 37 weeks was considered full term, and let me tell you, I would have set up my self-inflicted deadlines a lot differently had I been aware of this tidbit.
Everyone warns that you will be anxious and bored in the last weeks of pregnancy, just begging your child to be born.
All I can say is these people don't know how to procrastinate because I have plenty to do.
Have I mentioned we just put new floors into our humble home, and as a result, everything we own has been moved from room to room and the entire place is covered in a layer of construction dust?
So when people assume that at this point I must just be putting the final touches on the nursery, I try hard not to laugh hysterically.