I’m 41 weeks pregnant with my first bub. I feel like a hippopotamus and I have elephantitis of the ankles. My back is so sore I feel like a brickie on the verge of retirement. Every time I eat, the food makes its way about an inch down my throat and then rapidly works its way back up as acid to give me twice the love at mealtimes.
Read my take on what's like to creep over that due date deadline: