34 Weeks, 3 Days
There's something about late pregnancy that has reduced the effectiveness of my brain-to-mouth filter. I was on my way to the bathroom at work this afternoon when a male coworker came up behind me rather suddenly and asked how I was feeling. Honestly, all I was thinking about at that very moment was how baby V's head was pressing down on my bladder and I was doing everything in my power NOT to pee in my pants. I responded rather shortly, "Fine. Just trying to make it to the bathroom without incident."
He seemed a little confused and responded: "Um, OK." Poor guy.
Anyway...
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