Countdown continues - 5 days!

I don't remember the last few days before delivery being so taxing before. The slightest exertion is exhausting! I've been working on the laundry for days, with no measurable progress. I'm sure I've just forgotten how it was during previous pregnancies, which is why I wanted to write about it this time - for my future appreciation and gratitude. When I look at pictures of myself from a year ago, I think I look so beautiful and skinny - but at the time I would have never said that. Oh, perspective, how you change things! I feel morbidly obese - my heart and lungs strain when I get up or go up the stairs. My hands, feet, and face are swollen, and my features just look stretched out. My wedding ring no longer fits, and even some maternity clothes are too small. My daily wardrobe is one of Shane's t-shirts and some yoga pants. All I can stomach to eat is ice, cereal, and microwave chimichungas (gross, huh?). I am grumpy and sarcastic to my husband and kids, and have no patience when they don't listen to me. I document these woes to remember in the future - I know they are not unique to me, and that all pregnant women suffer these same maladies. I know my case could be worse; I know I have much to be grateful for. But I also know that time erases my memories - I want to remember for the sake of gratitude, and to not feel as if my life has "passed away as a dream." I want to know that it was all for a purpose, that I made a difference to even one little someone (or 6).