Thirty seven...

 

grande.

grossa.

enorme.

immensa.

gigantesco.

Just brushing up on my Italian.

Full term this time around = utter exhaustion, sore muscles, trouble thinking straight.

I still can't believe we could have another baby any day now.

I wish it would sink in, because then maybe I would seriously consider getting the rest of our stuff unpacked, washing his little onesies and buying some newborn diapers.

By the way, newborn diapers?

How can a person possibly be that tiny?

Anyway...

The whole "be prepared" concept hasn't really registered with this pregnancy.

But I guess the only real thing that matters is the fact that I am fully prepared and thoroughly anxious to cuddle this little munchkin all day long, even if he screams at me a lot.

Until next week.