This morning, while getting dressed for church, I broke my dress trying to pull it over my huge, weird body. So I did what any normal pregnant woman would do... I sat down on the floor of my closet and cried for awhile. Then I sewed my dress, because I really didn't have many other suitable options. I ran into that problem a lot this week. I would dig through my drawers, be delighted to find that "roomy" shirt that I know is comfortable and covers everything, only to find when I slip it over my head that it is no longer roomy, and no longer comfortable. I must have had a growth spurt. I had approximately 5 people tell me TODAY that I suddenly look huge.
I am feeling so close to the end in so many ways (and I am) but still have a ways to go in reality. I have a good 4-6 weeks left, which sounds like an awfully long time to go on like this...
I haven't mentioned my appetite lately. It has been a little lower than normal this week, due to the hot weather I believe. I don't ever feel as hungry when I am hot. The things I have been really enjoying this week: cold oranges, sugar snap pea pods, strawberries and chips with my mom's homemade salsa. I have also been craving a vanilla milkshake, which is odd because for the most part ice cream is not appealing. Along with appetite, I should mention that Midnight gives me heartburn. No joke. I get severe heartburn almost every night now. At midnight.
Speaking of the weather... we have been having 80 degree weather this week in MARCH! It is like a dream come true. I LOVE the sunshine. I am one of those people who should live in Florida. But I married a man who should live in Alaska. So we compromise with the upper midwest. I hope with all my heart that the weather is like this when I go into labor. With the sun shining down on me, a certain euphoria takes over and I feel like I could do anything. That would be a reeeally great feeling to have during labor.