During the last two weeks leading up to Giovanni’s arrival I was so miserable! I was HUGE. I know every pregnant woman says that but after having several people who were so kind enough (yes thats sarcasm) to actually tell me just how BIG I was, there really is no denying it. My poor husband had to listen to my endless complaining about how tired and uncomfortable I was day after day, night after night. And nights were the worse. I tossed and turned for 10-15 minutes before finally finding a comfortable position and then I’d have the sudden urge to use the bathroom. Every night! Its funny now to look back and remember it, but in those moments I was just completely miserable.
Fast forward to the morning labor began. It was a typical day for me. Isabella and I dropped Anthony off at school and came home to have breakfast. We even took a small walk around the corner to watch kids walk to the nearby school. Once we were back home, I started the never ending task of cleaning the house while contractions came and went, irregularly as usual. I was really getting sick of them…
After cleaning the bathroom while staring at my huge stomach in the mirror, I decided I should take a bump-selfie. A “bumpie”.
|My last “bumpie”.|