Today I’m 40 weeks, and just waiting … I still have things to do but am waiting on everyone else. My husband, to do stuff so I can do other stuff. Midwife to come home, at the end of the week … and blah, blah, blah … it’s just miserable now to wait and wait and wait, and it’s harder to go up and down steps, and up and down, and my clothing isn’t fitting well anymore, I can’t put on many of my M. shirts, and the one skirt I wore the most. I am not fat, just that since the baby seems to be down more, I am sticking out more and looking into the past I looked bad like that right when it was “time” for the others … but I am in waiting mode … nothing much finished yet, except me.
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