I've been in bed for 7 days. I can not believe that. I am now to the point where I think folding laundry is exciting...and sorry to all those who have been calling me and getting me lovely voicemail- I'm depressed and answering my phone puts me on the verge of a daily breakdown. It's like I wonder how wonderful a life of activity is on the other side of the phone line- so no offense.

My stomach is at an all time huge- Every t-shirt I wear is pulled up just enough to cover my big boobs and then I let my enormous belly stretch out. When I do get the chance to waddle around I look lop sided and look like I could fall over at any second. I am currently on sleeping meds to at least give me a fighting chance of sleep- because without them I wake up having to pee every hour on the hour or my stomach won't get out of the way- I wonder if it is because their is a child in there. Probably.

I even got to the point tonight that I couldn't bend over to paint my toes- that is when my ever loving husband found some pretty polish and put his painting skills to the test- he even blow dried my toes between coats- and guess what- to my surprise (sorry ryan) they turned out pretty good.

I apologize if these posts seem negative but that's all try to feel bad for Laci- and remember that you have probably felt the sun shining on you in the past week.