I am so cranky and fat. That's why I haven't been blogging. No one wants to hear me bitch. Especially Ben. Who can just go relax in his own damn bedroom if my huge body and giant body pillow ARE TAKING UP TOO MUCH ROOM. He can't sleep because of all my tossing and turning, and neither can I.
Did I mention how bad my back hurts? Oh, but only when I stand or sit. So I have been lounging a lot.
The kids are driving me NUTS. Oddly the only thing I have patience for is playing board games, so we have been enjoying lots of Zingo, Trouble, and my personal favorite Headbandz. I am so crabby that I don't even think they're cute anymore.
Even when they ARE
My nurse practitioner told me today that I will likely have the baby in the next 3 weeks, since H and J were both 37 and 38 week babies. She thinks I am an early ovulator. I hope she's right, but I have a sneaking suspicion that this guy is going to be my 42-weeker. Think how crabby I'll be by THEN. Really, I'd just love to have him by September 1, so he can go to kindergarten when he turns 5.
SO crabby. Going to eat soft garlic cheddar cheese and TJ's everything crackers and take my awesome breath to bed.