Today I am officially 40 weeks 1 day pregnant. I know that only 5% of babies are born on their due dates and most first time moms are late but it was still hard to see this day arrive and go by.
Besides the first 16ish weeks or so I have had a great pregnancy. I really can't complain. I've gained an amount of weigh that I'm happy-ish with (as happy as you can be about weight gain, I've had minimal swelling, Baby Boy has been active and healthy, I've been able to to maintain my pre-pregnancy activity level, I've been able to eat what I want and continue to exercise.
But...
I'm done. I want my body back. I want to be able to bend over. I want to be able to sit down with my legs closed. I want to shave my legs without injurying myself. I want to be able to roll over in bed in less than 5 minutes. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to actually comfortably sleep. I want to have a large caffeinated coffee. I want to eat raw sushi. I want a huge glass of wine. I just want to be me.
Clearly this little guy is just too comfy. I'm hoping he decides his birthday should be the last week of June and not the first week of July. I'm not sure I can make it another week.
Sorry I'm being whiny. I just had to vent.
But...
I'm done. I want my body back. I want to be able to bend over. I want to be able to sit down with my legs closed. I want to shave my legs without injurying myself. I want to be able to roll over in bed in less than 5 minutes. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to actually comfortably sleep. I want to have a large caffeinated coffee. I want to eat raw sushi. I want a huge glass of wine. I just want to be me.
Clearly this little guy is just too comfy. I'm hoping he decides his birthday should be the last week of June and not the first week of July. I'm not sure I can make it another week.
Sorry I'm being whiny. I just had to vent.