Okay, I admit it

I'm the worst blogger ever! My only excuse is that late pregnancy is agonizing (and I mean that as dramatically as possible) and that I think I have every uncomfortable symptom there is.
Anyway, here's a list of things that have been said to me lately that I think some might find amusing, some might sympathize with and others might not get the big deal about:

1. Bagger at grocery store: "Looks like you got a big load there."
2. Co-worker of Juan's and someone at meeting: "You carryin' twins??"
3. A sympathetic, nice lady: "Oh honey, aren't you due yet? You look so uncomfortable."
4. Stranger in Wal-Mart (which explains a lot, actually): "That's gonna be a big baby."
5. My mom: "[The above comments] are actually compliments. They mean you look pregnant, not fat." (What???!!)


So I technically have two weeks left, but I won't cry if the baby comes out sooner. Other than the dirty dishes in the sink, I feel ready. Oh, and a quick aside, since this is how my brain works these days: I've recently started ironing Juan's work shirts and pants instead of dropping them off at the dry-cleaner and it's really annoying work. Who can possibly enjoy this? I feel like wrapping a kerchief around my hair and calling myself Bessie.

Here's some new worries:
1. The baby will actually be a boy, who will look pretty ridiculous in the pink going-home outfit I have packed.
2. The baby will be eleven or twelve pounds and look like a hamhock.
3. I will lose completely my already thin grasp on a clean house.
4. My cats will feel neglected.
5. Poop, lots and lots of poop.

Next time I'll post some pictures of me (because I love the "big load" comments) and some random pics of the baby's room, etc. I'm a little too lazy right now to find the camera. More later, folks!!