The BIG month

So last night, Tim very politely commented that it looks like I went from 6 months to 9 months pregnant in one day. He's right that I am huge, but not right that it happened in one day. Trust me. I've been feeling it.

And then today one of my old man co-workers said, "This is the big month. I bet you are getting excited." I would have just smiled and nodded, but I figured if I did not correct him now and tell him the baby is coming in June that he would be asking me how over due I am for the next 12 weeks.

I just watched the Friends episode where Rachel is a week late with Emma. She comments that her baby thinks her bladder is a squeeze toy. I feel that way. She also gets really annoyed with everyone and everything around her. Amen for Zoloft because I do NOT feel that way. I even got the giggles a few times at work today. And someone gave me a free piece of pizza, so if the drugs weren't working, that would have done the trick.

Quinn was SOOO huggable the day she was born. I can't wait to do it all again... in three months.