I'm Smuggling a Pumpkin

Consider this evidence that Poppy is entering his/her final weeks of life on the inside. I've told BJ for the last 20 weeks that there is no way that my stomach can stretch any more...only to be proven wrong week after week. About two weeks ago cankles officially arrived at our house. I was putting my tennis shoes on to take the dogs for a walk when I saw my swollen ankle and thought, "Oh my gosh, I wonder when I twisted my ankle...weird that it doesn't hurt." Needless to say, when I recognized that giant ankle's twin (i.e. my left ankle) was equally large, I realized that my ankles were just swollen. This week, the waddle arrived at our house and I'm pretty sure that once you start to waddle, there is no going back until after d-day. We were at a wedding last weekend when a little girl came up to me, rubbed my stomach and asked if there were two babies in my stomach. I realized two things: (1) that despite the best parenting efforts, kids are some times inappropriate and (2) what the hell, I might as well eat that second piece of buttercream wedding cake. I'm not complaining though - other than a few mornings of feeling a little queasy, I've been really lucky and had an easy pregnancy. My next doctor's appointment is this Wednesday and I'm hoping that is when Poppy's Exit door is installed in my stomach.