The terminal stages of pregnancy are definitely here. My feet and hands are constantly swollen and according to my husband so are my calves (although if you ask me, I think they are just getting a little chubby).
I am constantly reminded to stay off my feet and believe me I do. In fact I'm off my feet so much that I would consider myself downright lazy. I really have to force myself to do things these days. Shouldn't I be in hyper speed mode of cleaning and what not?
It's a chore to make myself do anything. It seems I need a 30 minute pep talk to just unload and reload the dishwasher everyday. Pathetic I tell you.
There is really only so much you can do off your feet and it's making me a little stir crazy, so tomorrow I am making myself have a change of scenery. I will be going to my mom's so she can provide me with some entertainment. We might venture out to lunch and possibly swap out a diaper bag. Should be fun times ahead.
I think I'm ready to be un-pregnant. Did I just say that? I swore I would never be the person who said that, but I did. It's happened. I'm ready.
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