Every night when I go to bed I think that I can't possibly become more uncomfortable. I wake up the next morning and find that I was wrong. Sleeping no longer heals the pain, I wake up sometimes more sore that when I went to bed. Paisley is uncomfortable too-she's been poking and prodding me more and more as she has less and less room to move. I'm just starting to feel bad for her at this point. I really have been trying to enjoy this last little bit of being pregnant-but when my ankles look like elephant feet and I can't breathe most of the time, it's really hard. And really, I'm just very impatient. I want to meet her...
around 9:53 AM