OK, I know that I have complained about this before, but I can’t help continuing to feel like this–namely, huge. Like this morning, when I stepped on the scale at the doctor’s office, I am pretty sure I heard it wince in pain. Poor scale.
In other news, week 36 brought no change to my cervix (boo), but Baby is still sounding good in there. I, too, aside from an astronomical amount of weight gained in one week, am quite healthy. Robust, even. Rubenesque. No pre-eclampsia for me! Yahoo!
I wish I could think of some other things to write, but alas, I am fixated and having quite the pity party. More later.