It feels so much prenant-er than 37 weeks. In related/sad/slightly TMI news, my belly button has now flattened out and is beginning the processs of turning inside out. It’s one of my least favorite things about pregnancy. I have serious belly button issues, apparently, because I am totally freaked out by it. Mr. Aggie lies to me all the time about how it’s not that bad, but trust me, it is.
Now that I’m almost at the finish line, everything looks like a sign of impending labor. Lenny’s being quiet–is that because he/she is gearing up for Operation Eviction? I’m extra hungry–is that because I know I’ll need energy to push out a watermelon? I’m not hungry at all–does that mean my body is focused on getting ready for said watermelon?
I’m driving myself crazy here, people.