Hot Feet

John took me to Chili's for lunch today. I had a chicken and bacon quesadilla....
Mmm mmm good. I also eyed their molten lava cake, and as good as I remember it, I'm not paying $6 for a piece of cake, even though we're doing okay right now. I will settle for my $0.80 powdered donuts from the vending machine at work. I also brought half of that lunch with me to work for dinner.

It must have had an ocean of sodium in it, though, because my feet as swollen so badly they burn and I can't even prop them up on the trashcan because it cuts off my circulation.


Today the princess is wearing a shirt that says "Bimbo" on it. Of course I know it's a Mexican brand of pastries...but still. It's funny.

Is it Possible....

that I still have three weeks left? I feel like I am due tomorrow. All I can do is sleep, eat, pee. Sleep, eat, pee.

Sleepeatpee.

I am utterly uncomfortable at all times. Whether I am sitting and bloated and wanting to lay down with my feet up, or I am half-laying on the couch, probably aggravating John (who is dear enough not to say anything) with my contact adjusting, or laying in bed moving myself, my body pillow, my regular pillow, and John around nearly every moment trying to get in a painless position.

John's dad asked me the other day if I was big enough to lay on my tummy and be a merry-go-round for the kids. I laughed hysterically at the time. Then I went to the store to buy a bassinet, and the guy at the counter asked me if I was having twins.




Not so funny anymore.

My butt hurts from sitting all day at work.