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So, I've made it to the biggest milestone yet - 34 weeks. If GIII is born anytime now, there's a good chance he'll be able to come home with me in a few days after birth. And it's getting to that point where I wish I could evict the little guy from my belly. Don't get me wrong - I'm not about to go doing every wives' tale out there to start labour early. He can stay in there as long as need be. But if he's ready to come out with no harm or affect to him short or long term in any way, then geeze, get out please!

I don't remember things being like this with G Jr. He prefered to stay curlled up in a ball until he was born, and then he decided to stretch out. GIII is constantly stretching. I actually have bruises on the top of my abdomen by my rib cage where he's been stretching his legs out to. And waking up 2 times a night to chew a bunch of rolaids is getting to be an old joke. When he isn't trying to kick my boobs (I swear, he's going to hit them soon enough), he's trying to rearrange my supper. Thanks to the heat as of late, I haven't eaten a full meal in a long time. Just been snacking and having small meals instead. But its getting annoying when you're in the middle of having a sandwich and after 3 bites, you feel full cause someone's decided to put his feet where your lunch should be.

And this time, his wiggles and stretches hurt. With G Jr, it was just cute to watch. With GIII, I feel like he's wearing stelleto heels while doing his acrobats. I never thought it was supposed to be painful. At least not for me, with my extra padding. Mind you, it could be much worse... So I guess I can put up with another few weeks. It's just beginning to feel like forever.