Ahhhhhh, the last weeks of pregnancy.
~waking all through the night even if I don't need to use the bathroom
~getting me up off the couch is a group effort,
or at the least, something at which my family laughs and points.
~baby's kicks and movements move my whole body
~I cry. Easily.
~In a phone conversation, the other person naturally assumes I am that out of breath because I'm doing back flips up and down the stairs when really, I'm just sitting in a chair.
~I'm distracted with thoughts of baby's arrival.
~These warm-up contractions take my breath away.
(Dennis told me just after Ivy was born that if anyone asked me how long I was in labor I should tell them three weeks. I've been told that warm-up contractions are more significant the more babies one has. I would have to agree.)
~A 10 lb. bag of ice lasts me four days.
~Standing in front of the sink to wash the dishes requires me to turn to the side so that I can get near enough to reach the water.
~Consumption of toilet paper in our house has risen substantially.
~I am commonly heard saying "Go ahead *breath*, I'll (try to)*breath* catch up."