Fat Monica

So here I sit, at 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant, feeling as large as - no larger than a whale. I am completely blown away by how big I have gotten just in the past two weeks. I am one big swollen lady, I'll tell you that much.

I was talking to Steve the other day when we were walking the mall (we're bonafide mall-walkers now: anything to encourage this baby along) and relayed that the best way I can describe how I feel is that it's as if someone dressed me up as Fat Monica (from Friends). I know that my old self is under there somewhere just waiting to re-emerge, but for the moment, the swelling and large belly are doing an unbelievable job of camouflaging said self.

This morning I relished the fact that this month is the month that we are having a baby - that no matter what happens by February 28th we'll have a baby and will have increased our family unit by one. That fact more than any other makes the swelling and overwhelming monstrosity that is my body all seem worth it.