I was going through old pictures to get an idea of how big I will be at Colin's wedding in November. I will be about 6 weeks out from my due date. Poor Cayla is trying to find a dress that a fully prego bridesmaid can wear. I found this picture from 38.5 weeks (I went almost a month longer) and decided I am not sure if I am ready for my body to do this again. I know I do not have a choice, there is delightful little baby growing inside of me and I too will be growing very soon. I am actually already showing a little, they say you pop quicker with the second. Well I have popped enough that a women today at JCrew asked me when my second child was due. I had a guy in Florida (when I was literally 4 weeks prego) ask me when I was due as well. People have some guts, I have a little belly but it could be leftovers from child #1 that I didn't get off, wouldn't that make them feel bad.
Some women LOVE being pregnant, I do not fall in that category. I am so thankful for the gift at the end, but I prefer my body without carrying a baby around, and all the nausea, heartburn, hormonal roller-coaster, sleepless nights, constipation, skin expanding, ligaments pulling, weird hair growing, clothes don't ever look right time of my life. Yes I am saying publicly that I will do this one more time to have 3 (Lord willing) and then I am done. Put a plug in it, cut, snip, tie, whatever it takes.