I’m only a month and a half away from reaching the third and final trimester.
There are only four weeks and a few days…and then?
I’ve made it to the trimester where the baby comes out.
!!!!!!!!!!!! (there really aren’t enough of these to express my shock)
There is no way I’ve been carrying around the sprout for that long.
I’m not prepared for the end of the third trimester.
I don’t even think I’m ready to *officially* be a mom.
I’d love to live in the land of Denial, just for a minute, all, THIS JUST ISN’T POSSIBLE.
I STILL DON’T EVEN LOOK *THAT* PREGNANT!
I’m almost convinced I have a super secret hidden compartment somewhere in my body cavity where the sprout hangs out.
Because, really, WHERE IS HE?!
This was the last bump update…
I know he’s swimming around in there somewhere, thanks to the ever strengthening kicks and punches to my gut, vajayjay and my butt – which is the weirdest sensation EVER, by the way – it feels like someone on the inside is knocking on your poo hole.
I’m not at all a fan.
The sprout knows this.
I’m still in disbelief.
In the grand scheme of 10 months of being knocked up, I’m thisclose to the end of pregnancy.
I’m almost at the last stage.
The sprout is coming…………and there is nothing I can do to stop him.
And I’m still not entirely sure where he’s hiding.