There are only two days left until I reach my due date but I am flabbergasted that it is still Wednesday. This week has been dragging on for what seems to be an eternity. I am in complete and utter disbelief and none too pleased to have been told by my doctor yesterday that I could be looking at another week of exhaustion, heartburn, indigestion, leg cramps, sore back muscles, restless nights and frequent trips to the washroom. And to think I was so certain that this baby would arrive early... Wishful thinking on my part, I know. I was more than ready and willing to have this baby last week since I was full of energy and feeling great. This week, that energy went right out the window and has been replaced with a feeling of laziness and a hint of crankiness.

Okay. Who am I kidding? I've turned into a downright grouch.

Perhaps I'll ask DH to pamper me with a leg massage before bed tonight. No, wait. He's already snoring away in his recliner. Hmmm. Maybe I'll visualize lying on the beach, or floating effortlessly in the sea as the waters ebb and flow. Or I could prepare myself a nice helping of chocolate ice cream and kick my feet up, ignoring the current disastrous state of our humble abode and worry about whether I should lift a finger to return some order to this chaos tomorrow. Sure. That's what I'll do. I just wish I didn't have to walk all the way to the fridge...

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