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I should buy stock in Zantac

I will never take for granted how long it took us to get to this point. I am 35 weeks pregnant and getting to a point of being so uncomfortable, I just want to deliver. Between the worst heartburn ever and feeling like baby is about to fall out of my uterus, I am inching towards the finish line. I feel like I'm actually crawling, on my hands and knees, just trying to get there with my sanity intact. I have never eaten so many Tums in my life nor taken so much Zantac, but I remember that this all passes once the baby arrives. Then we move into sleep deprivation and a vagina that feels like it's on fire after delivering a giant baby to the world. Though my friend recently just delivered a boy that was quite large via c-section and I was like...... wooahhhhh, no thanks. Charlie was almost 9 pounds when she was born and I'm hoping for something similar in nature this go-round.

We went to the zoo for Mother's Day and I did a decent(ish) job of keeping up with the others and while I needed time to recoup on the couch, I wasn't too in too bad of shape! Then Thursday, I went with Charlie's class to the zoo again (in the pouring rain) and again was able to keep up and went to work afterward. Today, Charlie and I went to Ikea and I wanted. to. die. For whatever reason, today was just too much and now I am on the couch (after taking my Tums) and listening to Charlie play with her new doll furniture while Porch makes salmon for dinner. There are some things in life that aren't worth paying for, but I will tell you straight up -- grocery delivery is absolutely worth every penny. I don't regret it, ever. It keeps me out of the store while hungry and keeps me from waddling through the store. It also keeps Charlie out of the store; I hate that they have so much crap for kids there. Usually, she does okay,  but we can't both be miserable while shopping - it just won't work. So today I ordered our groceries which gave Porch more time to dig up the tree line in our yard (that's a whole 'nother post) and it gave me time to run to Target with Charlie and then randomly go to Ikea with her.

xo
Mama Porch

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