And now, it looks like the creature that ate Manhattan. Here's me, at 38 weeks. (Karrie, take a good long look in case you don't arrive in time!) I know I don't look that big. If I had a nickel for every time someone told me, "Well, GOL-LY, you look like you're only seven months, if you're a day!" then I would be moving to a Tuscan villa right now. But let me tell you, I feel like I'm carrying around a mini-fridge in my mid-section. And see those pants? It took an act of God for me to squeeze my ass into them. I swear I split the seam running back upstairs to peel them off my body once Rich had taken this picture.
But you know what? I wouldn't trade the many pounds heavier body I have right now for the lowest-weight-of-my-adult-life one I had at the start of my IVF cycle back in the beginning of November for anything in the world. I can't walk up the stairs without getting out of breath now. I have a noticeable waddle. And I have a whole closet full of clothes which most likely won't make an appearance on my body anytime in the next six months to a year. But I am an infertile about to be blessed with a baby, and I'll never forget how lucky that makes me.