It's been such a blessed nine months. Truly--I couldn't have asked for anything more. I've slept well, I haven't had swelling, I've passed all those little tests they make you take, my back hasn't hurt [until now...].
Man, what a small and temporary price to pay.
At this point in his development, the little guy is just about cooked. Now he's just adding fat and weight, as evidenced by this photo, which I just took of myself:
My sister, Hayley, and I went out to dinner the other night, and as I waddled past a couple outside of the restaurant, a lady said,
"Would ya look at that bump?"
My sister replied,
"Bump? That thing's a MOUNTAIN!"
Sisters: bringing one another back to reality since the beginning of time.
I'm not sure why they're called "bumps" anyway.
Love y'all. If you made it through this oh-so quintessential pregnancy post, then bravo!