Girls, I'm having a bit of a moment here. My back is screaming, the acid reflux is so bad I can't lie down to go to sleep, any time I bend at the waist food comes back up, and I'm just exhausted. To top it off, I was having brunch with my family today and the waitress felt the need to tell me I looked huge (she's a dunce; I'm actually measuring small right now) and was I sure I wasn't carrying twins. Had I not been on my best behaviour I would have given her a piece of my mind (we were out with my hubby's aunts and uncles). I've gained 19lbs now and I feel like a whale. I feel unattractive, unfit, not at all pretty. My face has strange random red patches that come and go, my boobs are huge, and my belly button is so stretched out I can see the inside of it for the first time in my life. My sweet husband tells me I'm gorgeous, and still wants sex (at every opportunity!) but I'm in so much pain and so hormonal it's tough to reciprocate. How on earth am I going to do this until mid January? Oh, and the cherry on top is that I was going to a high-risk clinic two hours away as well as seeing my regular OB, but had been released from the HR clinic and told I was fit as a fiddle and could deliver in my home town. At my OB appointment this week I was told the plans have changed - I now have to re-visit the HR clinic for a detailed ultrasound of my uterus, placenta, all the blood vessels, and of course the baby. Then in all likelihood I'll need to return for an MRI of the same parts, and I'll only be permitted to deliver here (as opposed to two hours away at the hospital where the HR clinic is) if both the tests come out clear and the OBs are satisfied with what they see. I know they're doing what's best for me and the baby, but I'm fed up with doctor's appointments and tests at this point -- all I want is to have this baby out so I can start loving him. Thanks for listening.