I wonder if it is strange that as I sit here staring at my legs (a.k.a. tree trunks) swollen to oblivion and my stomach which so nicely exploded into a spider web of stretch marks yesterday that I am not sad, I think it is hilarious! I look like a fat momma alien carring a squirmy baby alien. But am so grateful to be in this state because it means I am very close to meeting sweet Stella. And who can be sad when they are sipping caffiene-free diet coke and eating Jelly Bellys...pure bliss as long as I continue to pick out the horrid buttered popcorn flavor when Aaron isn't looking.
If you needed a visual...my legs look similar to my friend Augustus Gloop from Willy Wonka.