(Please read this post in your best whiny, complaining voice for me)

In my 39 week misery (yes, this is the first day I’ve actually been miserable pregnant), I walked by the mirror in my purple sweat pants with my tee shirt pulled way up over my belly (it just feels less restrictive), and I actually gasped.  I stood there staring at my shocking reflection. My shadow is like an exaggerated monster.  I don’t know who I look more like- a Weeble Wooble or Humpty Dumpty!  How did my stomach become this huge?  My skin is so stretched that it actually hurts to touch; it even hurts when clothing touches it.  The bump is so heavy that I have to prop it up with pillows and blankets when laying on my side.  I have stopped even attempting to lay on my back, as I feel like my lungs just might collapse under the weight. On top of all that fun stuff- I THINK MY MORNING SICKNESS THAT ENDED AT 13 WEEKS CAME BACK FOR THE LAST LAUGH!  Argh!

Full-term pregnancy, how lucky I am to be here, but you are the polar opposite of comfort.