i miss you.

i'm coming back to you NY.
someday.

yep i'm still pregnant.

that's right.
no.
baby.
yet.

I'm beginning to wish that my doctor hadn't told me that she would be early. maybe he doesn't know me very well. see, i'm the type of person that gets my hopes up. yes, i know i technically still have 3 more weeks of pregnancy, but a 37 week birth sounds great right about now. impatient? yes i am.

i'm so done.

so here i am at 36 and a half weeks in my pregnancy and let me tell you that i can not wait to never do this again. i am so uncomfortable, and i feel like a house. frankly, i would not be surprised to give birth to triplets at this point...
just to illustrate how huge i am, here's me at the very beginning. oh if only i could look like this again...

and here is me now. yes i am huge.

and let me tell you something else. if it ever crosses your mind to tell a pregnant person how big they have gotten, don't. for the love of all that is good in the world, please refrain from making comments such as "you are getting so big!", or "you look like you are going to pop!". guess what...i am fully aware of just how big i'm getting and how close i am to "popping". i don't need a reminder. yes, i know that the growing baby inside of me is what is making me feel like i swallowed two watermelons, but the fact that i have to sit a foot away from the dining table to eat is not exactly a confidence booster.
in case you haven't noticed, i'm not one of those "i love every moment of pregnancy" people. i don't sit around and think about how "magical" pregnancy is. sorry. i know a lot of people out there love being pregnant. kudos to you. i'll let those people do all the baby having. as for me...i'm done!
sorry for the negativity, blame it on the hormones if you like.