I officially have one more week until my due date. I am bored beyond belief, sitting at home. There is only so much you can clean in one house, and there is only so much laundry in the world. I can only walk around the neighborhood for so long before my back starts aching to the point of not being able to take another step. She sits on my bladder constantly, or hits the nerves in my lower pelvis, making me quite uncomfortable. I have played Pyramids (a card game on Yahoo) for the past week, hours a day. I have gone through old Puzzle books. I am watching CSI Miami on Netflix, which has to be the cheesiest of all CSI shows. I cook. And freeze what I cook. I bake. And freeze that. I throw stuff away. And organize. And reorganize. And mess up the house just to organize it again. I try not to call family too much, because they all panic when they see my number on their caller ID.
She's so cute though, moving around in my belly, trying to stretch out. Poor girl - there just isn't enough room! Thankfully there is an end in sight, even if I don't know when that will be. I can't be pregnant forever. I hope.