almost 36 weeks.

It seems like everything is such hard work lately, especially this blogging thing. And this growing a fetus thing. The good news is that I appear to be much better at growing a fetus than I am at blogging on a regular basis. Optimus Prime is growing every day which means I am growing every day. I still don't understand why my thighs and ass have to be growing so much. It's just so wrong. In the past couple weeks several people at work, mostly dudes, have asked me when the baby is due and said they thought I was pregnant but didn't want to say anything until they were sure. Apparently they are now sure. Translation: I. Am. Huge.

Anyway, Optimus Prime...the dr. said he is amazed at how well I am doing considering the amount of stress I have been under. Optimus Prime's head is down and he enjoys stretching his legs so his feet either stick out my right side or kick the shit out of my ribs. His favorite song appears to be Gay Bar by the Electric Six. Seriously, everytime I play that song he goes apeshit and when the song is over, he stops. It cracks me up and I'm so grateful he already has good taste in music.

Speaking of music, I'm currently working on a "release the kraken" playlist for when I'm in labor. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment or email me.

It was a busy week at work and I've had a kick ass weekend. Today I got to see two of my favorite people and it was awesome. I haven't seen them in a couple months and I didn't think I would get to see them until Thanksgiving. It was great to talk and laugh and they even said nice things about how good I look. Yes, I know I'm obsessed with how big I'm getting and the weight gain. What can I say? I feel gross and unattractive and it's no wonder my husband left me for greener pastures. So yeah...I have issues...cut me some slack.

I think that's all I have to report for now. I'm actually glad the Tigers didn't make it to the post-season because getting to games would be really difficult. Okay that's a lie. I'm not glad at all. Wouldn't it have been crazy if they made it to post season the year we got married AND the year our marriage ended? Wait! There's still hope. The divorce won't be final until next year.

Go Tigs!