35 weeks.

i'm 35 weeks pregnant.

let me just say one thing to sum this up:

my friend rebekah said today, "hannah, when are you due?  like in 5 minutes?"

i don't have a picture.  for several reasons.

1. because i don't fit in the mirror anymore.
2. because my phone is broke as a joke and currently in cali getting fixed.
and 3. because unless you want a naked picture of the half of my body that does fit in the mirror.  because clothes don't fit.  and they are uncomfortable.  and hot.  and tight.

so you see....

that's what 35 weeks looks like around here.

ain't pretty.

i'm done.  done with everything.

done with pratt's bad behavior.
done with being pregnant.
done with sweating under my boobs.
done with sweating down my buttcrack.
done with walking in stores hoping i can make it to the bathroom before pee starts to trickle down my leg because i swear that i urinate every 20 minutes.
done with eating two bites and immediately burping it up.

done.with.it.all.

but praise God i'm still cooking this baby.  i know, i know.  i'm thankful.  just don't ask me about being thankful when i'm a. trying to sleep, b. not sleeping because i pee constantly, c. attempting to climb my big butt in clint's truck or d. when i'm having indigestion.  oh, or e. when i'm trying to read books to pratt at bedtime and i can't catch my breath because my lungs are so freaking smooshed.

at all every other moment, i'm thankful.

i'm off to yell at someone...peace.