33.5

That's how many weeks I've gone through. We have 6.5ish to go. In some ways, it feels like two days ago when we first found out I was pregnant... in other ways, it feels like I've been pregnant forever and I'll continue to be pregnant forever. Lately, I've been feeling the latter. I'm not entirely convinced that this kid is ever going to show up. Women who have kids of their own always laugh when I say that. I'm not laughing.

I'm done. I'm tired of doctor appointments, prenatal vitamins, hugging a pillow rather than Erik when I sleep, feet in my ribs, skull grinding on my pelvis, and maternity clothes. I'm tired of frequent bathroom trips, feeling awkward, being uncomfortable, moving slowly and being tired all of the time. I'm really done. And I really want a glass of great red wine.

However, being pregnant has undoubtedly been a defining experience in my life. Maybe THE defining experience. I've learned more about myself, my body, and my limitations through this process than any other in my short lifetime. I'm thankful to say I was able to go through it. I'm even more thankful that I can say it hasn't destroyed me like some women. In spite of everything I've gone through being pregnant, and despite how much I don't enjoy it, I would do it all over again. The joy and anticipation that I feel about being a mom absolutely smashes all of the frustration, heartache, physical pain and emotional turmoil I've endured over the past 34 weeks.

Anyway, that's where I sit in words. Here is where I stand in pictures. And a little throwback Polaroid action, too. They may not make the classic film anymore, but it lives forever with the iPhone

A little bigger than the last time, eh?:

And a little bit of scar action for you:

And yes, I am wearing bright yellow sweatpants. Don't hate. Go Buffs!