Three weeks since my last pregnancy update – geesh, I haven’t even birthed my child yet and already I feel like a bad parent.

The past few weeks have had a few monumental moments.  We had a nurse at an OB check up who felt the need to blurt out my weight, despite the fact that I had just finished explaining to her that I had no interest in hearing an update.  In fact, I haven’t actually weighed myself since the mid ’90’s so it was particularly traumatizing to hear that  big ole number for the first time at 32 weeks pregnant after 6 months of eating cupcakes, bacon, and ice cream like it was going out of style.  Talk about a self esteem squasher.  If it were logistically possible, I would have headed straight home to curl up in the fetal position and rock myself to sleep, however, I’ve long since lost the ability to maneuver contortionist moves such as that and settled for plopping down on the couch with a bag of chips to contemplate me cankles.

The following week I mustered up some of my former self esteem and wandered into the maternity section once again to contemplate the purchase of a maternity tankini for our upcoming weekend at Lake Anna.  Having decided against it, we headed out for the weekend suit-less with plans to watch everyone frolic in the sea from a safe distance on the boat.  However, upon reaching said boat and realizing it was approximately 200 degrees outside, I made an executive decision to purchase a mismatched, undersized bikini in the bait shop in the marina (and said goodbye to my last shred of dignity) before cannonballing into the water right along side the rest of the group.  And I must admit, I have no regrets.  Granted, I very likely looked like a beached whale floating on a life preserver, but it felt damn good.  As far as I know, all cameras were left at the dock, so I don’t believe there will be any incriminating photos haunting me.  Bonus.

Rounding out that same weekend was the baby shower which Marirosa and June graciously hosted on my behalf.  It was a great time and really set the stage for our impending arrival.  Putting together the baby swing when we got home really reminded me that this whole labor and delivery shenanigan is right around the corner.  On one hand I am obviously nervous – specifically upon hearing that Benji is measure two weeks larger than he should be right now (eeks!).  On the other hand, I am pretty much over this cute little pregnancy waddle and am ready to serve up the little man’s eviction notice.  I have to imagine those adorable little baby feet will be that much cuter when they aren’t lodged in my rib cage.