Waddle, waddle, waddle

What do you think of when you read those words? Ducks? Geese? Penguins? Not me. I think of an 8-1/2 month pregnant woman who feels like she's about to bust.

That? Would be me.

It's hard to believe that I am only 29 days away from having a second child. These last couple weeks I've been going back and forth between relief that it's almost over and pure terror for what's to come. I'm sure I would be a little more relaxed about the situation if hubby wasn't abandoning me going to school in November for 7 weeks right after the new one arrives. My parents will be here for three weeks after he arrives and hubby will be on leave, so the first couple weeks should be okay. After everyone leaves in November, I'm lucky enough to have my father stay here and help with part of the load. Hopefully, I won't drive him crazy before he leaves after Christmas time.

And just for your viewing pleasure, he's my buddha belly at 35 weeks.

You should see the stretch marks this kid is making. Actually, he's just making the ones that Little Man created even worse. And let me tell you. The creams that say they "diminish the effects of stretch marks" - don't work one bit.