I feel like this pregnancy has slowed to a crawl. I’m 32 weeks along today and while in normal time, the end of November feels like it’s racing toward me (Halloween! Fall! Thanksgiving!), the pregnancy part of my brain feels like November 30th will absolutely never arrive.
I am pretty much sick of being pregnant. And I don’t even have any specific things to complain about. I’m not overly tired, I don’t feel sick, and pretty much things are just moving forward
Also? This outfit matched a lot better in real life than it does in these pictures. I looked at these photos and thought, “It looks like I’m either color-blind or I got dressed in the pitch black.”
And, of course, there is always that worry that it’s actually your own eyes that were lying to you and the camera is showing you what everyone else saw all day long.
Oh well. Eight more weeks. Then I’ll start wearing matching clothing again.