40 Weeks and 4 Days...

Here's a picture at 40 weeks, 4 days. Not the best picture ever, but its the best smile I could muster up.

Last night I commented to Steve that I literally feel like my stomach is growing every day. I've seriously noticed a difference. To my dismay, Steve agreed. I'm so afraid of how much this kid is gonna weigh.

I pretty much live in my sweat pants at this point and hate the thought of leaving the house. I am also SO swollen. I can't even get my wedding ring on past my second knuckle.

Becca and I are gonna go out and do some shopping this afternoon. I'm sure it will be good for me to get out of the house, but in all honesty, all I want to do it veg out and watch some trashy soap opera while I fade off into a nice long nap. Good thing I need some Tums for this horrible heartburn, otherwise the nap would win. Tomorrow's my moms birthday and I'm REALLY hoping I can give her a grandson this year for her birthday.