It's t-minus 10 days until the birth of our son.  So, I'll be wrapping it up at work by the end of this week.

If I make it to the end of the week...

For most of my pregnancy, I've felt really energetic... really ready to take on the world.  But in the last week or so, I've started to fizzle out. 

I feel like I'm gaining a ton of weight...  I feel like the baby is gaining a ton of weight.  And I'm wearing the "pregnancy mask".  My face looks bigger, my skin is oily, and my foundation just doesn't seem to match my skin tone anymore.

The people around me couldn't be sweeter. 

Although there was that one person who walked up to me last week and said, "Wow, you're huge!"

Whatever.

And then there are the people who are constantly asking, "How are you Shelley?  Are you o.k.? Are you okaaaayyyy??"

Sigh... no.  You're making me want to hurl all over your shoes.

And did I mention that I've been feeling kind of cranky?  And hungry?  And tired?

But... we're almost there.  The final countdown.

I can hardly wait.