32 weeks: I am hugenormous.

That's a technical term, hugenormous. Learned it in med school.

To show you that I am not even a little bit kidding...

Yikes!! I've been having a growth spurt lately, or baby has, or whatever, but still. My belly sticks so far out in front of me that I'm starting to become afraid that I'm going to tip over when I stand up. I wake up in the middle of the night and whichever hip I'm laying on has either become numb or is in severe pain. People tell me this is from staying in one position for too long. I am not fooled... I know what this is: I have gotten so fat that my body is literally crushing itself under its own weight.

Okay seriously now. You may have noticed that the belly pics have become far less frequent... this is because I hardly recognize myself when I look in the mirror, and I don't like it much. Yes, I know the rest of my body looks mostly the same as it used to, but I still feel like my face is puffy and my arms and legs are chubby and so on and so forth. I could obsess about it forever, but instead I choose to avoid mirrors... and cameras!

Sigh. I've posted about this before, and yes it's all in a good cause, but sometimes when I'm having these growth spurts I get pretty down on how I look these days. It doesn't help when my brother tells me things like "you shouldn't eat so much if you don't want to get so fat" when we're eating lunch together. Ugh. You should never say anything like this to a hungry, hormonal pregnant woman who is only/still several weeks from her due date. It might make her cry hysterically for over a half hour, not that I did that or anything. Hrmph.