Feet swollen like balloons. Having not Braxton-Hicks, but real contractions. Not with any regularity, but day-um. One hit me while I was driving to work today. Braxton-Hicks = annoying. Real contractions = AAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW! Having one right now. CRAP.
Nervous, because I went to the doctor this morning and she said I was measuring big. "You're only 35 weeks, but you're measuring at 38," she said. Even she was kind of shocked at how much I've grown in the past couple of weeks. She signed my paperwork authorizing me to start leave next Wednesday. Not soon enough, I tells ya!
About Me
- Lisa Blah Blah
- What can I tell you? I love to write and I love to talk. I have a lovely husband, Sweet William (aka Sweet Dub), and two lovely daughters, 12-year-old Viva and 6-year-old Ceeya. I find it damn near impossible to summarize who I am in this tiny little space. Who wants ice cream?
3 comments:
Pain=sucks. Palin=sucks.
I wish you all the best and can't wait for pix. Next Wed. seems like ages away, but TGIF!
Screw it, I think Monday will be my last day. I just have one project to finish up.
Wrap it and rest! Good luck!
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