Borderline.

This is my borderline post. Meaning I don't know if it belongs on June's blog or on mine. So I'll just make it mine. Because it has to do with me. Sorta.

Had my midwife appt. today and she said that I might have 9 lb. + baby. I was like, uh, yay? No, I was really happy to hear it. My family is known for pushing out the big babies. I think we must have super-sized uterus' (uteri?) or something. Ooooor the other possibility is that we like to eat a lot during pregnancy. Which would make perfect sense because she also told me to lay off the carbs. Which, in my mind, is a nice way of saying that I'm gaining too much weight. Sigh. I knew this day would come. My days of shoveling food down my throat willy-nilly have come to an end. My diet is good, it's just that I like to eat. A lot!

But Listen, all in all, I am feeling really, really good. Nothing hurts that bad to speak of, and I am just tired more than anything else. But I feel great. Even though midwife says I need to get off my feet, I really feel like being ON my feet and walking so much has helped me to avoid a lot of the normal aches and pains. Even so, I am ready to take it easy (at least till she arrives), cut some carbs, and get this party started! Wheeeeee!