I am very upset.
Very.
As of yesterday, I have one elephant leg.
My left ankle and foot are so swollen, they look like I've either been bitten by 83 mosquitoes or I've sprained my ankle.
Good grief.
It doesn't weigh any more than my right leg, but by the looks of it, you'd think I should be dragging it behind me - like Quasimodo.
In fact, I think that starting right now, whenever anyone walks by my desk I'm going to cover my ears and start shouting, "THE BELLS! THE BELLS!"
All that plus the fact that yesterday at church, I was telling everyone that I'm going to have a baby in six weeks.
Except I'm not.
My natural ability to count has gone out the window.
And this has nothing to do with anything, but I really hate humidity. It wrecked the Oreos I left at work over the weekend. You can't leave anything out without it getting soft, mushy, or moldy (did you know that butter can mold?? It totally can). Maybe that's what's happened to my brain...
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So...how many weeks DO you have left?
I don't really know - eight?? 7.5? Who knows. I've been pregnant for ten years.
It's just called "rounding." So you rounded down a little. No biggie. This way, when you actually make it to term, all the women at church will dole out even MORE sympathy because they'll think that your overdue. They'll say things like, "You poor dear! That little girl better remember all the pain and suffering you went through to bring her into this world. Come put your feet up and let me bring you some cake." Or something like that. Mmmm...I'd like some cake... :)
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