Hey, hormones!

Internet, I am way over 9 months pregnant. Which means that I am roughly the size of Texas. I dropped on Wednesday. Nick took a few pregnancy photos on Tuesday night and left for work early the next morning, I never got the chance to see him. When he got home on Wednesday night he asked where half the baby went. We took a few more pregnancy photos and comparing the two it is obvious that in 24 hours my belly, which was pretty high before, dropped to about my knees and went from a relatively perky and ball-like bump to a drooping smushed pillow lump.

I am so uncomfortable. I have had a decent pregnancy, I had morning sickness from weeks 7 to 17, and I get backaches a lot, which is to be expected because I injured my back as a teenager. I've been getting headaches occasionally that make me want to die, but that's it. I wasn't hormonal all the time, cravings were minimal, I had no health problems.

Now I am making up for it. Since the baby dropped I've been like a blimp full or hormones always wanting some food that's not in the house. I feel like absolute shit. Thank God Nick got April off work for the move/renovation, because I needed him home. I can't take care of the kids. I lay on the couch all day and watch TV while cramming food into my mouth. I ask Nick to get me Taco Bell, no, Chinese, no, Thai! Yes! Thai is what I want. Now. Go! So he goes, and I call him before he's even out of the driveway, No! I want KFC. Actually, just get me a large McDonalds Fries. And on and on and on until he gets to the most recent place I've requested food from and actually bought something, and stopped at three other places on the way home to pick up Chinese, Thai, and McDonalds Fries, because I got the best husband in the world. And when he gets home I cry because I feel so bad for making him go out and get stuff at midnight for me. And then I cry because I feel like crap. And Nick helps me go to the bedroom and brings my food in there and turns on the TV to my channel and hangs out with me while I whine. And when I fall asleep watching TV in bed he readjusts me so I won't wake up feeling like my muscles have been turned into a pretzel, he gets a blanket for me, turns off the TV, puts away the food, gets me a glass of water for when I wake up parched in the middle of the night, and then he goes and sleeps on the couch because he knows I need space.

I cry when I wake up to pee a few hours later and realize what he did. And when I go into the kitchen and make myself a bowl of cereal at 2 AM because I am starving, Nick wakes up and hangs out with me until I go back to sleep. And at 5 AM when I wake up to pee for the 7th time and go heat up some chinese that Nick brought home just in case I wanted some overnight, he wakes up again, and heats it up for me, and talks to me, and when I cry again he doesn't roll his eyes and tell me to go back to sleep, he stays and we talk about baby names and houses and how many bedrooms we need. And then I go back to bed and he stays up and cleans and takes care of the kids all day long and then takes them to my family's Easter Gathering 2010 (a big deal in my family) while I stay home and eat the 2 subway sandwiches, McDonalds Fries, KFC, Taco Bell, popcorn, and hot dogs that he made or got for me before he left. Because somehow I got the best husband in the world. And now I'm crying again.