B minus 30 days...

Can you find the pregnant lady who wasn't warned she was sideways to the camera??

That's right, Birth minus 30 days.

I'm at the point in my pregnancy when....

People no longer say "How far along are you?" They say " How much longer do you have???" And then they say..."really? that long?"

I have started fantasizing about hardcore exercise and punishing my body for 8 months of desserts. Who fantasizes about exercise? I mean, really?? I'll tell you who. Women who get winded walking up a flight of stairs. Who need help getting off the couch. That's who.

My kids are tired of sticking stuffed animals in their shirts and pretending to be pregnant. It's old news.

I knock over small children with my belly. Or even worse, step on toddlers because I can't see them.

Based on my last ultrasound two weeks ago, I can calculate how big my newborn will probably be. 85th percentile weight= no newborn clothes needed.

The shirts I've worn all through my pregnancy, are letting the breeze into the underside of my belly.

Complete strangers say "Wow you're about to pop, aren'ts ya?" in the elevator. No, lady. Actually, people don't pop. I am not popcorn. There's no popping involved. Popping would actually be an emergency. I'm not allowed to go into labor, in case I pop.

(Random tidbit- My ASL teacher in college would making the popping sound when he made the birth sign. It was hilarious, but kind of disturbing)

I no longer have grandiose plans for what projects will be finished before the baby arrives. I'm hoping I'll get through the three I've started.

My c-section date and time is scheduled. I'm that far along.