I am so pregnant.
I mean I am REALLY pregnant.
I could write a book on some of the comments I've heard recently regarding just how pregnant I am.
Just this morning, while getting a pedicure, the lady asked me what I was having. After I told her a girl, she responded in her Asian accent with, "A BIG girl!" then her and the guy doing the pedicure next to me starting talking in a language I didn't understand. I'm 100% positive it had something to do with the size of my stomach.
I am getting ZERO sleep at night. Okay, maybe 20-30 minutes here and there. My hands and wrists hurt from the pregnancy carpel tunnel and I'm feeling so much pressure "down there" that it keeps me up at night in pain and I'm surprised every morning that I wake up to find that Gracie hasn't stuck a hand out or something. (Sorry if that was TMI...)
I have like two tops that fit well enough to cover my ever-growing belly. My poor husband. I'm sure the day he said "I do" he had no idea what he would have to put up with from his wife parading around in shirts that allow half her stomach to hang out! It's a good thing he has a great sense of humor! Last night, I sent him a picture text after I got out of the shower (he was in the basement) with the caption "I'm bringing SEXY back!" What was the picture? Well, it wasn't what you are probably picturing (and shame on you!). It was something close to this:
I'm pretty sure all the ice cream I've been eating this pregnancy has contributed to Gracie's larger than life size. My doctor assures me this is not the case. I think she's just being nice.
I have been praying for labor since last Thursday. Now, I don't want Gracie to come at least until Friday. My sister is having her c-section in the morning and my mom is keeping Tatum. I need my mom to keep Tucker when I go into labor. It will probably be my luck that I'll go into labor tonight or tomorrow!
Tucker bit a kid at school today. I know, it's not really related to this post, but I probably won't get a chance to write a post on it. Every day, his teachers have raved about how good he is, how well he listens, and what a great eater he is. Today, I pick him up and before his teacher even has a chance to say anything to me, Tucker says, "No bite! Not nice! [and something about a kid crying]." My stomach sank. Then his teacher proceeded to tell me how he bit a kid in the FACE! I feel awful about it. I talked to the other parent and made Tucker apologize even though his teacher had said he hugged the kid and said "sorry" right after he did it. What do you do in that situation? That's the first real biting incident we've had and I pray it's our last....
Last night I stayed up until midnight cleaning out the refrigerator and freezer. I'll end on that.