I admit that I'm fat. It's unavoidable. Every time I pass a mirror or (try to) bend over I can't help but notice the large bump stuck to the front of my body. But, honestly, I feel fine.
Over on the BirthCenter community boards, the other women due in July (most of them weeks after me) sound as if they're about to pop. They've had pre-term labor, Braxton-Hicks contractions, lost their mucus plugs, ruptured their membranes, or are just all around miserable. I haven't even had any swelling. Sometimes I just lurk on the boards and feel guilty.
So today I'm just over five weeks from my "guess" date and I feel completely normal. At some point I guess it will really sink in that this kid has to come out . . . I predict a panic attack in my near future, but for now . . . I'm fine. :-)
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