There is no rhyme or reason to this, but if you were to ask me how I’ve enjoyed the pregnancy thus far, I would say to you: “I think my baby is two weeks further along than everyone else thinks it is.”

Like I said, I have NO idea why I feel that way.  But I do.  I feel like we’re into the eighth month, EASY, and that the baby is almost ready to pop.  I have always felt that way, since the first trimester, when I came back from California and was already showing.  ALREADY SHOWING, PEOPLE.

Last night, I had a sudden tremor so intense that it made me get up and move around.  Bryan knew something was up, and all I could say was, “I swear he just stuck his hand out of my nu-nu.”

That would be my child, the one who claws his way out, defying all reasonable expectations set forth by authority figures.