I'm Bored and Fat

That title pretty much sums 'er up. I feel like a big, tired blob who does nothing. Sundays are the worst. I can't muster the energy to shower or get dressed, so I spend my day in crappy sweats, hoping no one comes to the door and sees me in my greasy-faced, lank-haired, stained sweatshirt glory. I think I slept at least half of the day yesterday. I am a slug.

Does every woman this close to her due date feel like such a sloth? I don't think I've gotten overly big (compared to some belly pictures I've seen on the Internet--YIKES!), yet I feel so ungainly, awkward and icky. I am sick of every single piece of maternity clothing I own. If I never again wear a pair of stretchy gauchos after this pregnancy, it will be too soon. I am down to one bra because I inexplicably broke my other one while I was putting it on the other day. The one remaining has something inherently wrong with it that causes it to jump about mid-boob every time I move. Yet my pride will not let me go spend money on a piece of clothing that very likely won't fit in a few weeks.

And the fatigue! Where did this come from? I didn't get that tired in the first trimester, but I think that's just because the Pregnancy Gods felt so sorry for me and my morning sickness that they gave me a pass on that one. Well, they're making up for it now. I could nap at any time, day or night, and I REALLY want to. All the time.

But enough of my bitching! I am almost done with this pregnancy and will have a baby soon!! I mean, technically, I will be full term in only 2 1/2 weeks. 2 1/2 weeks, people!!!

So you may be wondering how my book reading extravaganza is coming? Okay, you're probably not wondering, but I feel I should do an update anyway. I have read nine books since I set the goal of reading 25 before I give birth. Obviously, I'm not going to hit my goal. But I've read some good ones. I think the last one I mentioned was Bel Canto by Ann Patchett (VERY good). Since then, I've read The Keeper by Sarah Langan (weird horror-type book--don't bother), Broken for You (I can't remember the author, but this book is worth reading: funny and said), The Mephisto Club by Tess Gerritsen (very good) and The Fourth Bear by Jasper Fforde (I highly recommend these Nursery Crimes book--the author is a genius).

So there's my Pregnancy Bitching and my book update. Now I am going to cozy up with the four magazines I got in the mail today (why do they always come at the same time??) and watch me some good television.