It's not a baby, it's a basketball.
Oct. 5th, 2010 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI have the weirdest, roundest basketball belly ever.
34w6d. 35 weeks tomorrow. I wish this baby would drop some because he is SO far up my ribcage it is not even funny. I am exhausted. Working is hard. Preschool drop-off/pick-up sandwiching working is harder. Running all the post-preschool errands and then making dinner and cleaning the house is damned near impossible. Tonight I was standing on a rickety folding chair to change the battery in the smoke alarm down in the basement and I thought I was going to fall to my big, round, death.
I am at the end of my rope.
34w6d. 35 weeks tomorrow. I wish this baby would drop some because he is SO far up my ribcage it is not even funny. I am exhausted. Working is hard. Preschool drop-off/pick-up sandwiching working is harder. Running all the post-preschool errands and then making dinner and cleaning the house is damned near impossible. Tonight I was standing on a rickety folding chair to change the battery in the smoke alarm down in the basement and I thought I was going to fall to my big, round, death.
I am at the end of my rope.
