Two More Weeks

Tomorrow I'll hit the 38 week mark and boy am I feeling it. This is a full month futher than I carried Cleo and I just had no idea my stomach could get so huge or be in the way so much. I've given up on socks, shoes that require buckling, and picking things up off the floor except under duress (visiting teacher coming and I can't bear for her to see the toys on the floor). Fortunately Cleo and Gigi seem to be amused with my current physique and are almost always happy to help as long as I couch the request with a funny remark about my giant belly. They've taken to kissing my tummy goodnight, and frequently give their baby brother hugs by wrapping their arms around the expanse that is now my middle. JL has been a trooper, and has learned how to start the washer and dryer, as well as the dishwasher--a first in our marriage. Soon I'll need him to unload the dishwasher because I can't fit in the narrow space between it and the cupboards that most of the dishes go into. I'll visit the OB tomorrow, and will probably learn that I'm nowhere near delivering, but I could get lucky and be told to go straight to the hospital! Ah, wishful thinking.