yes, DAYS...48 or 49 more days (depending on how I count, and assuming little baby *S* makes a timely appearance) until I can celebrate the end of my pregnancy and the birth of my child (not necessarily in that order....but quite possibly in that order). Where has the time gone you ask? Well it dragged its slow ass through the past 8 months with me kicking it as hard in its pants to move it the hell along as I could. So it's hard to say where it has gone...it went where my spring, summer and now fall went: down a black pregnancy hole of months of physical misery as I learned I'm one of the unlucky few who have "morning" sickness so severely that it requires multiple medications just to stay out of the hospital and off IVs...and when it finally grew bearable enough to manage sans meds (that would take 24 weeks or so) then the joys of all the other pregnancy pains kicked in: the aching back, hips that feel like someone is drilling into my bones, lack of sleep, the list goes on and on.
All of which reconfirms my long held theory that the reason babies are so darn adorable is that no sane woman would agree to have one if they weren't. Seriously. Promulgation of the species be damned...and yet, despite all the hardships of pregnancy, still wouldn't trade it for the few ultrasound peeks I've seen of my little one.
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