At my ob visit yesterday, I learned I'd gained 6 pounds in the last two weeks, earning an audible gasp from my nurse friend who always chides with me about my 1 lb slides up and down the scale. I told her I didn't need the sound effects.
For some reason, I've taken on the appearance of a blow fish lately. My feet boneless inflatable water toys, my fingers juicy sausages, with rings being stretched beyond what their alchemy allows.
Today is my last week at work. I had imagined (insanely?) getting lots done in the days before baby, but am now thinking I'll have my legs propped on an exercise ball, and get reacquainted with what my foot bones and ankles look like.
In the meantime, please avoid approaching me with sharp objects. It could be disastrous.
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It will be over soon!!
And don't you dare try to get lots done next week--prop your feet up and watch silly movies or read or something. Take it easy, girl.
Prettiest blowfish I EVAH saw...
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