I am uncomfortable.
As I type this, Baby C's feet (I think) are up in my ribs. Even though he has dropped. I am carrying much lower than I was before--my belly is basically in my lap when I sit down--and I definitely feel him chilling in my pelvis when I walk. But he can still reach up when he has a mind. I'm guessing he's a long baby. At least he's no longer pinching any nerves.
Now, if I were sitting forward with my feet on the floor and my legs at the proper angle, he wouldn't be in my ribs. But as it is, I am sitting with my feet propped on the couch next to me, in the hopes that they will look less like elephant feet--or at least feel less sore from the swelling. (Nothing I can do for my hands, unfortunately--I have lots of typing that needs to get done.) I am so grateful that this wasn't a summer pregnancy, because I can only imagine the swelling would have been awful.
I meant to do a lot of walking with the warmer weather, but walking is painful.
Honestly, I am just tired of being pregnant. I keep thinking, I'm ready whenever you are, baby. But that's not entirely true. Because I have this paper to write. I have a manuscript to revise. I have stories to grade. All in the next 3 1/2 weeks.
So if I'm not around here much these days ... that would be why.