Really more the big of it.

33. Weeks. And I feel every inch of it. This time around is immensely more uncomfortable. The majority of the pregnancy was great. Really great. But now, coming to the close… it’s tough.

The only way I feel remotely comfortable is lying on my side. But let’s be honest, that would not be ok at work. Granted I have contemplated lying on the floor… I think someone would say something or worry or think I was dead.

As it is now, my chair is set fairly low (so my belly fits under the desk), my feet are on an upturned garbage can and my chair leaned WAY back.

Basically the comfort problem is only that I can’t breath. I feel short of breath constantly. I would really like 3 more inches in height, I think that would give us both room. Alas, that is not the case.

No matter how much I complain, I want this little girl (still no name) to have more time, she needs to get a bit bigger before joining her crazy at times energetic brother.

So… I’m going to make it. I have to.

On a lighter note, I came across this photo.

Doesn’t she look proud to be pregnant, regal, and… a bit dazed. Look closely at her face… that’s because she doesn’t know how really big she will get. Just wait…
(And also a bit creepy with her missing skin if you click to see the bigger photo)