huge

It's a good thing that I really like being pregnant.
I like my big belly, and I feel pretty good, for the most part (mostly when I'm sitting comfortably)
If I didn't enjoy this time in life then I may be offended by the comments that people loving give, such as:

Stranger:  You're due any day now, right? 
Me: No, I have 3 more months
Stranger:  Oh, so you're having twins?
Or
Stranger: Let me guess, your due date was yesterday.
Me: No, I have another month.
Stranger: Oh wow, (yells to her friend - "she has another month!")  Must be a big baby then!

 I have a general rule for myself- I never ask someone about their apparently pregnant belly unless they bring the topic up themselves. 
Which also reminds me of a funny comment, that was overheard by a friend at our local water park (quick background info - pregnant women are not allowed on water slides, I disregard that rule when I feel like I can get away with it).   Skylar and I went down a water slide, then our friends behind us overheard this conversation between the lifegaurds:
Wait, was she pregnant?
I don't know, but it's not like you can ask, that's just rude.
Right, it could be some kind of tumor or something.


 So here's me with my tumor or something at 36 weeks:
(I don't know why I chose to take my picture right after a workout, let's blame pregnant brain on that one)

Belly looks like it should just fall down doesn't it?

And a close up of the gianormity