I'll be the first to admit.... lately I've been a little whiny and I'm afraid Brandon gets the brunt of it (sorry sweetie). I've asked him to not even ask how I'm feeling anymore because the answer will be "miserable". My belly is seriously huge and it feels like the skin on my stomach is so tight that if I get even one centimeter bigger I'll burst! Well... there's a reason folks...... I went to the doctor yesterday (3/2) and she measured my belly from top to bottom which is normal at check ups because they can tell by the length of your belly about how far along you are. After doing it once she looked at her tape measure and stopped and asked me, while looking at my chart, "how far along are you?" with a confused tone. "Almost 35 weeks" I said. She shook her head and measured me again.... This time she said... "The measurement I'm getting says you should be 44 weeks!" 44 weeks!?!?!? Are you joking me!?!??! No wonder I feel like I'm about to burst! For those of you who aren't familiar, you're only supposed to be pregnant for 40 weeks (42 at the most if you're overdue and they induce you)!!!! I had a big belly with Carter too.... it's just my lot in life to be HUGE while pregnant I guess. Ugh!One month to go.... I hope it's less. Here are pictures that Brandon took of me tonight so you can have a visual. Oh yeah... we've decided on the name Max (Maxwell) thus the title of my post. =)
