I have heard many pregnant women talk of how the last few weeks of pregnancy are the worst, and that after about 37 weeks, they are well and truly over being pregnant, and ready to meet their new baby.
I understood this, yet never empathised until today. Everything hurts. My fingers are so fat and painful from the carpal tunnel that my knitting holds little joy, I can barely take a step without agony, and last night I was woken up by gastric reflux so violent that it burst into my nose. NOT GOOD.
Today, after two days resting, I felt ready to attempt to take on the stupermarket. I shopped (it was well overdue), and got all the shopping into the car. Doesn’t sound like a major achievement, but when it was over I felt like I had conquered Everest, and deserved a large Gin and a nice lie down. I got neither, but I did find this.
Thanks to Cindy for the link to this, that started the adventure!
Disco Knitter 
Sympathies. I do remember this, especially with my first. Hang in there; it’s not long now. No, really, it isn’t.
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Ummm not sure how to make you feel better except to say that it should all be over very soon?
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Not long to go 🙂 And when Inigo appears, you’ll feel that it’s all worth it!
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