CJ, week 39 - AKA "Get this freaking thing OUT OF ME"

I exaggerate somewhat. I'm not THAT ready to have him out, but I'm just so bored of this whole thing. I'm bored of having to waddle instead of walk. I'm bored of having to alternate sides every hour during the night. I'm bored with the continual itching and the fact that I have no clothes that fit me.

Things were starting to get better thanks to swimming every day or so in the pool at my grandmothers retirement village (residents are allowed to have guests in), and I was starting to feel like I was getting somewhere, building up strength in preparation for having this baby. But alas, it was not to be any longer, thanks to "2 delegations" of old ladies who took it upon themselves to complain that me and Hannah (my cousin who was also pregnant, more on that later) were "flaunting" our bodies, and they thought it inappropriate and offensive. So I've been banned from using the facilities. I don't see what could be considered so bad about a bikini top with a full length singlet over it, and boyleg swim shorts, but something obviously didn't sit right with them. Apparently I should - in the middle of summer - stay dressed in a tent which hides my pregnancy and not go anywhere near the water for relief.

Enough about that. Nothing can be done.

So, Hannah had her baby on Thursday, little Ashton Finn was born weighing an enormous 10 lb 3! Hannah ended up being 8 days overdue, so they induced her on Wednesday evening. I haven't heard too much about it other than that it was very difficult on her, and she's recovering in hospital. Hopefully they'll be transferred out here today or tomorrow and we'll be able to visit when they're up for it. I can't fathom how big that baby is. Fingers crossed that CJ remains a reasonable size, and no larger.

Anyway, here's 39 weeks, and hopefully the last photo before I have him. If I post a 42 week pic I'm sure to be very, VERY angry.