. . . And still growing!
Note my new friend, Mr. Stretch Mark.
Today was kind of a meltdown day. Hormone overload, physical stress, emotional stress, financial pressure, time tick tick ticking away, depending on other people for stuff, depending on myself for a paycheck for another week and half, trying to take it easy and hoping my pseudo contractions don’t become real contractions before the 36 week mark, because Stella would have to go to the NICU….
Add to that the fact that our new neighbors are making me NUTS with excessive screaming and dozens of people coming and going all day long. That should be really nice with a new baby.
I know I’m in the homestretch now, and have the support of awesome family and friends. I guess it’s normal for it to start getting rough right about now. I just kinda wish I could hole up for the next 3 weeks and not think or worry or do anything but let Stella “bake.” :)
