Last night was hellacious.
I have baby pains all over, I'm exhausted, my house is a total wreck, I couldn't sleep. My husband and I took turns trying to sleep on the couch. Eventually ending up with me in bed, him on the couch and then later in the evening, our daughter up in bed with me...snoring.
33 days left.
The best part is, he's just going to keep getting bigger and bigger in there over the next month. Ack!
It could be worse, the gestational period of the Indian elephant is 625 days. That's insane. And here's something to think about, the house mouse gets knocked up, fattens up and delivers an average of five babies in 21 days. Twenty-one days and you have a house full of baby mice...
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The best piece of wisdom I ever heard was, "This too shall pass".
Just think, 33 more days and you'll have two kids to look after. Oh, Joy! :-P Okay, I'll shut up now.
Hang in there!
Ooh, mean! Devilish comment!
It's true though...so true.
At least my bladder will be unmolested - 33 days!
I can't believe I forgot all about the bladder urgency. That had to be the worst.
Well, I'm glad I'm not you, but even gladder I'm not that elephant. Christ. Why would anyone volunteer to do that to their body???
Bladder urgency, ah love it. Especially when the sensation promises a flood and the act produces a drop. Very cruel trick of nature.
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