Yes, I’m still pregnant.

Yesterday I went and had lunch with my sister and mom.  We went to this place called “The Counter” in Santana Row.  It was all right, the sweet potato fries were good.  I wished that I had the milk shake, but I was trying to be good.  Ha, what is the point at this point?  I mean really I’m up 28 lbs, I don’t think that a milk shake would have made things that much different.  Besides, I’ve decided until this thing gets out of me, I should eat what I want. 

Anyhoo, I’ve been trying to get out every day.  Walk, go to the mall, anything to get my mind off of the fact that this baby really is enjoying being in utero rather than out and about.  The looks and comments I got yesterday were so upsetting.  After spending the last few months being told I was small, I am now getting that I am huge.  Not big, not large, HUGE.  Yeah, makes you feel really good.  Then there are the looks, like, OH MY GOD WHAT IS SHE DOING OUT?  Um, can’t you see that I’ve not dropped?  Can’t you see how rude you are being?  NO, THERE ARE NOT TWINS IN THERE.  It’s just annoying.  Seriously.

And then there are the comments from John about the size of the belly.  Need I remind him that he wants this baby to be bigger than he was?  He was 10 lbs 3 ozs and 23 inches long.  Can you imagine?  Yeah, I don’t want to.

Last night I thought it was all coming to an end.  I started having contractions at 5 pm.  Every 8 – 10 minutes.  By 8 they were dying down and by 10 they were done.  How wrong is that?  Get your hopes all up that its going to finally be over, and then nope, you were wrong.  I just hope that I’m not too late.  Every day that goes by, my chance of that 10 lb baby gets higher.  Ugg.