That’s how I feel  after  10 am until I retire to bed.

I seriously wonder when my skin is going to tear open.

I walk around the house all day with both of my hands under my belly, attempting to “lift” the weight up. It sort of helps, but not really.

(Meanwhile, I wonder why in the world I would do this again for baby #2. It seems nearly impossible now, it hurts so bad.  Oh, and that smile is only for the camera.)

I keep telling our little lady she can come any time!!!

These last weeks are brutal. I now know why women welcome an early delivery.

Here’s to 3 more LONG weeks.