It would seem that the baby has now "dropped" -- at least I hope it has. If a further drop is to come before delivery, well, wait. I don't know where I'm going with this. No further drop is possible. Period. There's no room left. I've nary a pair of pants left that fit comfortably, with the fine exception of one solitary pair of yoga pants (these don't really count since I can't wear them to client meetings!). The rest I wear with a grimace as they dig deeply into my abdomen when I sit. Nice.
So, for the most part, when I'm at home (99.999 percent of the time) I either wear no pants, or wear PJ bottoms. Right now? No pants. It's true. The only exception is if someone happens to drop by. (Lucky for them.)
"In other news": I'm kind of boring these days. I whine and eat and make frequent trips to the ladies'. Bet you wish you were here!
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