I. Take. It. Back. Maybe...???

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about how I loved being pregnant. I. Take. It. Back. Well...almost all back. When I was about five or six months pregnant people would ask me how I felt and I would say something like, "I'm great. I could keep him in here forever." They would smile and say that would change and eventually I would be ready to get him out. Well, that time has come.

About two weeks ago my body decided to rebel. Carter must have gone through a growth spurt or something because I felt like my belly was stretching and trying to detach itself from the rest of my body. Then my back started hurting. Then my swollen ankles somehow got even bigger and turn into elephant legs, ankles and feet; I have hot dog toes. Not to have this post be a complaint fest, I'm just pointing out that all of a sudden, out of the blue, my body decided being pregnant wasn't as cool as it once was.

So, six weeks to go and I'm ready to get a move on. But then I go to prenatal classes and wonder if maybe it isn't better to just keep him inside. I can deal with regular back and belly pain, but birth? Er...maybe not.

Week 34