Gigantic

That's how I feel right now... gigantic. I'm slow when I walk, it's a struggle to get out of the car, and you can forget about bending over to pick something up off the ground. The worst part of all... my first stretch marks showed up on my hip today. Zach's kicks are getting stronger each minute, and the other day when I was having breakfast with some friends, he kicked so hard that I dropped my fork and grabbed my stomach. His foot was poking out and he pushed so hard that I bruised. Breathing is difficult, sitting is uncomfortable, and hiding my stomach is now impossible which means that more people are touching me. I HATE having my stomach rubbed. HATE IT.

On a positive note, I still don't have it as bad as other pregnant women. No legs cramps, no back pain, no swollen ankles, no black line down my stomach, and no false labor contractions. At least not yet...

We had our very last ultrasound a couple days ago, and it was bittersweet. It was sweet because we got to see our little guy in the womb for the very last time, but bitter because when the doctor was checking out his heart she said, "And here's the chambers... 1, 2, 3, 4.....5?" Then there was silence. We looked over at her and she and the tech stared at the computer screen in utter confusion, then they typed in a few things and moved on to look at his spine. We never did figure out what that was all about, but I assume it was nothing.

Baby is healthy... but maybe a little too healthy. He's a week ahead of himself in weight weighing in at 4.5 pounds. Yikes. But then, my mom had all three of my siblings two weeks early, so maybe the same is in store for me. I sure freaking hope so. I can't imagine getting any bigger and any more unattractive than I feel right now. I'm a beached whale, and I'm ready for this baby to vacate.