I don’t understand how I still have 8 more weeks to go.  There’s nothing more to say.

Week 32 in my pregnancy with Liam (I’m SO jealous of the me that got to wear a long-sleeved shirt and pants without sweating to death.):



Week 32 in this pregnancy with Baby Girl (I now wake up in the morning looking like I had a run-in with a syringe of collagen (or was punched in the face, whichever…), I can’t feel the left side of my left foot with any regularity, my fingers have made the transition from digit to sausage and my feet look like giant potatoes.  I can’t wait to meet this little girl and get to the business of reclaiming my body as my own.):



It ain’t over till it’s over.