I am EXHAUSTED (I know, as usual) and STUFFED from eating all the holiday goodies. Cookies. Honey Cake. Carrot Tzimmes. Turkey Meatballs. Noodle Pudding. A wee bit of fruit and other so-called “healthy” fare….

My amazing mom, aka “it’sgrandma,” made ALL this food (‘cept for the honey cake — she doesn’t bake…too many carbs involved…). How crazy is she? But, yummmm! ‘Cept I can’t breathe…. Soo mmmmm, but ate too much; feel like HURRRL. I always feel like HURRRL lately. Life is so glam….

Omigosh! Fingers are seizing up from the carpal. OW, and PINS-AND-NEEDLES IT BURRRRNS. Must get splints. See you in half an hour or so…. Freaking ARRRRGHOWWW!

…Seriously? How do you even READ THIS? I will NEVER read these posts again. It’s, like, eww already with the swelling and belching and wrist splints and exhaustion and bad hair and Miss-Piggy preggo nose, blahblahblah. But, only 2-ish weeks to go! And, you know? I was thinking about this today…. As much as I enjoy complaining about my extreme pregnancy symptoms ALL THE TIME, I’m SO NOT FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF. Because I’m ALL about the baby. Not a selfish bone in my body — and I do have some of those — cares ONE IOTA that I’m suffering right now…. This lil baby can hang out in my bloated, uggers body for as LONG as s/he wants. I’m happy to wait and feel like arse. When Baby’s ready, Baby will come. That’s that.

That’s right. No, I do not and will not feel sorry for myself. But, I often pretend that I do because so many passers-by look at me, tilt the head with such an air of pity, and say stuff like “I hope the baby comes soon, you look SO UNCOMFORTABLE.” I always reply with something like “yeah, I’m totally uncomfortable; but, it’s okay, I can wait!” Because I can absolutely wait as long as it takes for Baby to be ready.

I guess I’m thinking about this stuff because one of my friends told me she wants to deliver early — at 32 weeks. She’d rather have her baby in an incubator than inside her. Each to her own…, but I could never. No matter how uncomfortable I am. I’m so thankful that I’ve been able to carry this baby to term.

We’re at ALMOST 38 weeks! So, according to my OB, I’m full term. Still, though, no rush for Baby to enter the big ole outside world. Enjoy, Little One, and come out when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting…. LOVE.

And, by the way, yes! I wore my brown-and-pink flip flops to synagogue today. They matched perfectly horribly with my TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT black shirt and skirt. The shirt was a bit short, but I don’t think anyone noticed, do you?:

Hee, I kid. But, look at those ankles!? I’m so proud…ahem….

So, here’s the outfit. I can’t believe I got it to fit. Oh, and, by the way, my RIDICULOUSLY puffy RHINO feet made it into the pics uninvited — so, just be nice, and don’t look at at them, or at my hair, kay? Thanks….:

I don’t think anyone noticed the flip flops anyway, though, because even friends and family were too busy laughing at my SWOLLEN FACE, wrist splints, humungous boobs and belly to notice my feet. BUT, when they FINALLY did look at my feet, they laughed hysterically…. And, I a-little-bit wanted to cry….

I folded all of New Baby’s freshly cleaned layette today, put it all away, packed some for the hospital…. I’m not sure what to say about it. Everything is coming. New Baby is almost here. Life is going to change. I’m so excited, yet strangely calm, and quiet….

Happy New Year to all those who are celebrating!

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