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Three days until my official due date and I'm at eleven and a third squares. Guess I'm not going to make it to 13. That's okay; I feel plenty big even though the measurement may not express it.
I feel this week like baby is trying to find a new way out. As time goes by, my tummy gets tenderer and tenderer. Almost like Maggiver has had a little spoon in there and has been tunneling steadily towards the pin-prick of light shining through my navel. Kind of like Alien, except hopefully less violent. If the creature would just say, "Alright, I'm ready," we could get on with the show in the normal way. Either this little person is an extremely creative think-outside-the-box kind of being, or she or he is not too bright.
Send your thoughts out into the universe for us that this will be the last TP Tuesday!
