Uncomfortable

My title is the word of the week for me.

I'm not comfortable, at all, ever.

Sleeping, sitting, standing, lounging.

All I want to do is sleep on my stomach at this point.  It's the most comfortable I can remember being.

It's hard to work and it's hard to relax.

My ticker says 74 more days, and at this point, I can't imagine 74 more days of just getting more and more uncomfortable.  It is a hard pill to swallow right now.

I'm a smaller person, and I think the added weight (as little as it might be) and it all being out FRONT, has taken it's toll on me already.  I don't remember this happening so early on with my daughter.

But I will hang in there being thankful for my health and for Carter's health.  I know every day and every week that goes by is better and better for him.

I can do this...