Guess what?

Yup, you got it. I’m still pregnant.

And I’m so miserable and cranky and short tempered that I considered calling my mother and asking her to come in to the city now to watch the boys for a few hours during the day so I don’t emotionally scar them with my fits of irrational rage. Then I remembered that I would probably be even more cranky, miserable and irrational with my mother around. The few hours of child-free time would not be worth the psychological pain and suffering.

Even better, after a lovely nine month stretch of wearing them every day, my feet have swollen out of my shoes. Good thing I got a pedicure last week. It helps draw attention away from the shapeless blobs that used to be my ankles.

I have another acupuncture treatment tonight. Wish me luck.