Your toes are all painted but you can't see them or reach them anymore. CHECK.
You get charlie horses all night long. CHECK.
Otter-pops and fruit become the meal of choice. That's right, meal. CHECK.
You're down to about 3 shirts that cover your belly. CHECK.
Something gets dropped on the floor and you think "well, there's the end of that," and find a new one as opposed to picking it up. CHECK.
The top of your feet jiggle a little in the evening when you walk because they're swollen from being walked on all day. CHECK.
You try to get out the at the edge of the pool only to be cruelly reminded that you're a lot heavier than you used to be and have a beach-ball stomach, then retreat to the kiddie steps to get out. CHECK.
Friends give you half smiles and "I'm sorrys" everytime they see you. CHECK.
Every single person you see asks when you are due. CHECK.
Your house has been cleaned and organized so many times that you are running out of places to "nest." CHECK.
The only things that get picked up off the floor are things that can be picked up with your toes or by your two-year old. CHECK.
You can't sit through even one hour of church without getting up for a walk. CHECK.
Sitting hurts your back, laying hurts your belly, walking hurts your feet. CHECK.
When you smile your face looks more like a balloon with little slits for eyes and a mouth from being swollen. CHECK.
Ready and waiting, little girl.
