last night was a really really. really. long night. painful. every time i rolled, my pelvis cracked. something is hurtfully wrong somewhere in my middle-to-the-right back. and on top of that, the knuckle i cheese-gratered hurt a lot and the leftover bandaid marks stuck to the bed- gross.
then this morning...
i could see my ribcage. even the bottom. if that's not the most glorious thing you can see at 39 weeks and 35 pounds up, i don't know what is. my once small wrists have gained a pound each, and my collerbone has been awol for months and the only pair of boots that fit are the ones i got at 7+ months preggo.
somebody is moving down south.
stay tuned for a way more exciting post later this evening. promise.
cause this was a lame excuse of a post for #300. but i had to share.