This is it. I am officially into the 40th week and a bit anxious to get this part over with so I can have some semblance of my life and body back. This weekend Clint told me he would like his wife back. Yes, I would certainly like that as well. The past 35 weeks have not been much of a cakewalk for either of us.
Today has been particularly gnarly and I am back to nibbling Saltine crackers and propping myself up with pillows to try to nap. Could this be the beginning of the end? Maybe. Or maybe it is just my body's way of saying it isn't over so I just need to deal a little longer.
At this point I'm really not sure what is worse, still being sick ... or still being pregnant.
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