So.
I can't see my feet. Which is probably a good thing, since I am well aware that my last toenail polish job is sadly in need of help.
I can't put on any shoes that require tying laces by myself.
Heaven forbid I drop something on the floor. Fortunately I have three eager young helpers to pick it up for me.
I get extremely winded climbing the stairs to our front door.
Probably three-fourths of my maternity clothes don't fit anymore.
I sang with my ladies' group in the morning church service today and almost passed out from lack of breath.
Still three weeks to go. Unless Little Sprout decides to come a bit earlier. Momma wouldn't mind at all!
