Yesterday and today I have felt like an absolute slug. I am a lump of flesh who's three favorite places in the house are currently (and in order favorite) 1) my bedroom, 2) the bathroom and 3) the couch. My back is killing me and it feels like I'm carrying a beach ball in my lower torso. Somehow, though, I think a beach ball would be a lot easier to carry. Maybe I should say something more like an oversized basketball? A 7-8 pound medicine ball? That sounds about right. Yep, I have an overwhelming feeling of ickiness all over. I think I'm over this whole pregnancy thing.
I made half a dozen custom onesies yesterday. Lots of cuteness that I will take pictures of. I think Jack will be the only baby with a Tom Wait's onesie, though. Actually, he'll have two. I made two seperate Tom Waits onesies. I'll try and post some pics later today or tomorrow.
For now, though, time for me to lay down and see if I can't get my back to stop hurting for a little while.