I just couldn't stand it and had to update AGAIN because I just know you've been missing me. I have a million things I want to write about, but for now, I've got this:
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NINE-MONTHS PREGNANT WHEN...
You have to get into your car by climbing into the passenger seat and scaling over the center console because you can't fit into the space between the driver door and the car parked next to you.
People who have previously been eyeing your belly and (let's be honest) your BUM with a very critical eye, probably thinking something like hmmmm too many donuts are now approaching you with gleeful abandon as they exclaim WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN and you smile politely and say NINE MONTHS AGO, MS. OBSERVANT MCJUDGEY PANTS.
It's your last day of work, your feet are swollen over the tops of your mary janes, and you could really care less that the entire front of your shirt and belly are covered in granola bar crumbs.