So, I have hit that final stage of pregnancy where I am completely, utterly, physically
miserable. I had to take off work and just recharge my batteries. Sadly my daughter had other plans for me. Her idea of fun was to spend the majority of the day stretching out and kicking me in many places. Experienced my first kick of the ribs and shed a few tears. That is NOT an experience I will forget, but I held my tongue from spewing profanities and thought of kittens and unicorns. I know she is just as uncomfortable as me.
I can't sleep on my sides because I'm too fat and I squish her. I can't sleep on my back because she stretches out and I have multiple body parts protruding out of my body at all hours of the night. I can't lay down because I get heartburn like a bitch. I can't catch my breath, I pant all the time, I complain and whine, and I sweat like a pig.
I would avoid my presence for the next few weeks if I were you. I don't even want to be around myself.
