It's April!

....and the fact that it's April means that I'm due next month! A month from now, Rhia could be born and be perfectly fine (and despite what Mom says, she will not wait until June--because I say so). If I could jump up and down with glee for this whole pregnancy thing being close to done, I would. But since I can't, I'll just clap my hands and grin with glee. I am so over being pregnant. I feel a bit guilty saying that--but it's not because I'm not excited about the end product--I am very excited about it, and I want her to stay put until she can come out healthy--I'm just tired of wanting to moo every time I walk, not being able to breathe, not having pants that fit (even my maternity ones are getting on the verge of tight), not sleeping on my stomach, not being able to have a glass of wine, and just generally not feeling human.