One Month

I am officially one month away from my due date.

I am swollen and uncomfortable. My cankles make Hillary Clinton's look "delicate" by comparison. My body cannot sweat enough to cool me off, so I actually have to pant like a dog sometimes. I am exhausted from getting up every 2 hours at night to go to the bathroom. I have outgrown most of my maternity clothes and have determined that flip flops to work is perfectly acceptable.

And despite all this, I think I'm the happiest I have ever been in my life.