Prego charm?

If you know me, you already know that it’s hard to resist my charm. ;) Hehe.

But really, I feel like all women at this point must have the magic powers of the “Prego Charm.” It seems like most everywhere I go people make comments such as:
• When are you due?
• What are you having?
• Do you have a name picked out?
• You must be so hot!
• Don’t lift anything!
• Congratulations!
• Good luck with the baby!

Not only are people asking questions and making comments, but more people go out of their way to hold open doors, stop for me to cross the parking lot, etc. It’s quite nice, I must say!

A couple of the church ladies at summer school told me last week how good I look. I will certainly take those compliments any day since I now feel GINORMOUS. Yep, I’m officially okay with the “G” words because that is how I feel. Big. Fat. Gross.

I find myself tossing and turning from side to side all night long. It’s hard to bend over, sit up from a laying down position, or walk at any pace that is faster than your typical geriatric. All complaints aside, I am still very thankful to have my little guy staying in his baby cooker. 37 weeks is considered full term, so our fingers are crossed he can at least wait it out for another two weeks. Apart from the growing and developing his little body still requires, I need to get his nursery ready, my classroom at school set up for my long term sub, and my apartment that I still have (yet don’t live at) cleaned out all before the big D-day. Needless to say, I will gladly take the big belly as opposed to an early arrival.

We celebrated the upcoming birth of my sister’s little man with a baby shower yesterday. As co-hostess with the mostess I would have to say that it went quite well. Having to keep Oliver in the backyard the whole time, though, not quite so well. He didn’t appreciate that and showed his dissatisfaction by barking most of the time. Just another thing to add to his list of “please fix” when we drop him off at puppy training for round two later this week!

This is the last week of summer school – yippee! It always goes by quickly and makes me think that moms who only get 6 weeks maternity leave from work must hate that the time goes by so fast. I have heard that the first 6-8 weeks with a newborn are the hardest so that makes me even more grateful to have until January at home with Little G!

Finally, I will soon be a single mom no more! R comes home later tonight from his trip, and I am happy to have his help with Oliver once again. I love that pup, but it is very tiring for a 35 week prego to be walking him at least 3 times a day in this heat!