Bob, 37 Weeks & 37 Years

37 weeks...and 37 years old

Happy Birthday to me – 37 years old & 37 weeks along, whew! Bob is officially considered a “full term” baby. A few nights ago, I turned to Greg and made the bold statement, “I’ve officially reached ‘uncomfortable’.” We’ve had record heat this week and although I’m trying to stay indoors, the heat combined with my stretching skin is making my “Bob casing” (aka my big belly) itch like mad. I must look enormous to people. It used to be that strangers would see my belly & give me this goofy sweet smile as if to say, “Awww, you’re going to have a baby, SWEET.” Now, strangers are so stunned that they kinda freeze for a moment in my path & then quickly leave my eyesight with a petrified look on their faces as if to say, “Holy crap, you’re going to have a baby, NOW.”

An example of my big ole belly is shown below. Bob is being oh-so-helpful, holding up my plate while I have a snack of apples & cheese. If you look closely, you can see a little wiener puppy nose in there as well (she likes apples & cheese snacks too!)