Do you see those candles that live on my dresser?
I feel like those candles.
Slowwwllyyy mellllting from the heeeeeeaaaat and humiiiddiiittyyyy. Ohhhhhhhh.
I also look like those candles when I do the dishes now. Bent over like a crippled old woman, only much sweatier.
Sometime around week 24 or 25 my doctor asked me how I was feeling. "Wonderful!" I told him, to which he responded, "Good. That feeling won't last much longer. In a few weeks you'll be back to being uncomfortable." Which I thought was slightly pessimistic for my chipper doctor. But he was right. If only I had known I had just 5 weeks left of baby belly bliss. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN.
Because I believe it's time to officially declare that I am in the uncomfortable stage of pregnancy.
I want you all to remember that I'm not complaining. But I'm hot. And I can't sleep. And I feel like a stuffed turkey.
But remember. I'm not complaining.
ps: better blog posts with real pictures are coming soon. my apologies.