These last three weeks are going to last forever. I can feel it.
Getting in and out of bed? I have to throw my two legs over the side of the bed first, followed by my belly and then my head - the holder of my now chubby face.
Maternity pants are beginning not to fit me anymore, which is a lot of fun.
I huff and puff for absolute no exertion, compared to usual.
My belly is big and moving constantly.
It will all be worth it. I already love this little girl/guy. If I were a bettin' man, I would place a wager that this one is a girl. Which means some serious shopping is in store.
We'll see.