Has anyone ever literally had their stomach stretched SO FAR PAST CAPACITY that your skin is literally BURNING when you eat a large meal because there is NO MORE ROOM FOR IT TO STRETCH?

I didn’t have this with Hudson, because clearly he was a lone ranger. I also didn’t get stretch marks.

And today, at 37 weeks exactly- I know what it feels like to be unable to hold another ounce. My stomach is EFFED. Like, road map status. & when I tell you about the burning- it’s bad. It literally feels like my skin could rip open at any second.

So- I sit here. Literally DYING for Wednesday to come quickly while still leaving me time to get everything done.

I don’t care if my after-pregnancy stomach hangs to my KNEES at this point. I just need it to myself. I want my feet to stop itching from the cholestatis. I want my Shrek feet to return to the size they have comfortably been my entire life. I want to sleep more than 15 minutes without having to get up and hobble to the bathroom to pee and realize I’ve only got a teaspoon of pee in me. I want to be confident that I won’t spontaneously barf or lose sight in my left eye for 15 minutes or any of the other crazy pregnancy shenanigans I have dealt with in the last nine months.

Every pregnancy I’ve ever had has been completely out-of-control horrible. I am stoked to be a mother of three in just over a year. I am also stoked to know I will never ever be here again.