I can’t quite believe it. Neither can Chris. I’m STILL getting bigger. And there are a fair few weeks to go. Not that I want the baby just yet. I just think I might be reaching the limit of my skin’s elasticity.
Other than the fear of giving birth to the hugest baby ever, everything is going fine. Acupuncture and the occasional massage is working wonders on my back, and I can still sleep fairly well, despite the feeling of a basketball being strapped to my tummy.
One more pre-baby mini vacation: a trip to Edinburgh for a friend's wedding. After that, my destination of choice may become the couch for several a weekend.
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