Finished

I'm not ready yet, but I'm definitely finished. That is what I decided today. Truthfully, even with all it's uncomfortableness and what not, I really love being pregnant. I do. I think it is a miracle and just such a beautiful thing. But I guess I've reached the point where I'm done with the pregnant belly. Pretty much nothing will cover the belly up completely anymore. It's really depressing trying to find something to wear in the morning. I remembered that I have maternity overalls that have been hanging in the closet all this time. I got them out this morning, super excited that I wouldn't have to worry about whether or not my shirt was covering my belly up. They don't fit. Too small. The belly is humongazoid, gargantuan, ginormous. I have a little under three weeks left. But for the record, I am finished. Now I have to get ready. Well, I guess I won't ever really be ready. Now I have to pack my hospital bag, at least.

I can't see my toes!