Official technical obstetric evaluation:
Pregnancy is now considered full term.

Size:
Officially reached the point where NO ONE questions whether or not I am pregnant.

Appetite:
Have now officially lost all ability to curb sugar intake – if it is within a 50 foot radius I will sniff it out and consume it; find myself needing snacks between snacks.

Weight gain:
No longer being reported to the general public.

Exercise:
If it would stop [explative deleted] raining, maybe I could actually go outside and take a [explative deleted] walk.

Patience and General Temperment:
Finding my ability to put up with crap at work decreasing at an exponential rate; patience with “inquisitive and energetic daughter” spotty and inconsistent; increasingly finding the need to surpress the urge to burst into tears.

Swelling:
Things that still fit comfortably: Wedding ring, earrings and hair clips;
Things that no longer fit with any amount of comfort: pretty much everything but my wedding ring, earrings and hair clips.

Biggest challenges faced each day:
Putting on sox and shoes, repressing the urge to want to nap all day, forcing myself not to go to bed before 8:00pm every night, trying hard not to act like a woman who is 37 weeks pregnant.

Motivation:
Getting to hold my new baby, kiss it on the forehead and let them know that they were worth every last moment of it.