Maternity Style {33 weeks}

{jacket - Hollister, dress - Urban Outfitters, shoes - Besselli (GB), bag - T J Maxx, bracelets - World Market, ring - antique ear ring made into ring by Adam at Diamonds and Gold (GB)}

Baby girl is about 3 pounds and 12 ounces right now, according to her ultrasound. I'm shocked at how uncomfortable such a tiny thing can make me feel ... it really doesn't make much sense. I'm pretty sure that this is the most uncomfortable I've ever felt in a last trimester though I know there's the possibility that I just forgot what it felt like. Surely not though? Sometimes it worries me a little, this insane discomfort. I know that may seem silly but, well, I have to pull together a really lovely little dance recital in the next 5 weeks and that means that I need to be able to dance! Not anything too weird and wonderful, I can assure you, but enough to have my sweet dancers ready and a pretty stage all decorated and an all in all stunning show. #1. Baby needs to stay put and allow me to continue to teach! I really have no doubt that this will happen as I've taught dance through all 4 pregnancies BUT this little lady has me waddling and squawking already. #2. She feels awfully high up and I'm already working for a good breath. And it's causing some nausea again, much like that first trimester. #3. These contractions! Or as my man likes to refer to them, the Toni Braxton hits (still thinks it's so funny, 4 pregnancies later :).

All in all, not something I want to deal with in the busiest 5 weeks of my entire year! That's an awful lot of complaining, isn't it? I don't get it either. I feel like there's at least 8 pounds in there. Please be nice to me would you little one?

And yet, despite all of this, I'm completely loving it and I have many moments when I look at my swollen belly and get sort of sad. This is it. I'm ready for that, I'm happy with that, but I know that I'll miss carrying a child and I'll sorely miss having a baby nestled in my arms. But, as I read today in an article in Redbook magazine, a quoted husband so cleverly and wickedly reminded me that I'll no longer be "a vending machine for tiny humans" and really, when you put it that way, it kinda does make me feel a sense of relief. It may be really nice to move on.

Oh who am I kidding .... it'll be completely bittersweet. I might even be a terrible mess about it.