I thought I'd post this uber-flattering picture of my big self to show you what my life is and will be for 4.2 more days.
On NYE, Randy had to help me off the couch to put Wolfgang to bed. I had my arm around his neck as he helped me up the stairs. He said, "Wow. I can't believe I weigh more than you do."
We both started laughing so hard that we barely made it to Wolfgang's room.
If I could be up and around and doing things, I'd be all over it. But I hardly made it to church today. My everything hurts. I live in leggings and not-quite-long-enough shirts. I am so so so so ready to have this baby.
Lets see, its Sunday night now, and I check into the hospital at 5:30 on Friday morning, so I'd say my time estimate is fairly accurate.
Pray for me this week. No, pray for everyone who has to live with me and get me water and change Wolfgang's diapers and do all the chores. 4.2 more days......