I have officially decided that the womb must be like an all-inclusive resort for a fetus. A constant warm temperature, food and drink on a whim, and never really wanting for anything. Sounds nice, huh? When my friend Julie May was pregnant with Molly and then Gabe, she lovingly referred to her tummy as Belly and Bellito. This was very fitting for Julie. However, in my case, the more appropriate term is Belly Bell Grande. Hence the name of Carter’s all-inclusive resort. If he doesn’t leave soon, can I start charging him double?
These last few weeks have been extremely exhausting for me and unfortunately for Cory, too. I can’t sleep for more than one hour without having to go to the bathroom or turn over, which unfortunately takes a great deal of effort. And even going upstairs is enough to leave me winded. I’m still trying to work, but today I only made it until 2:30, when Carter started protesting to the point that I couldn’t walk! I have my 37 week appointment tomorrow morning, and am really hoping that things have started to change. Cross your fingers for me!