Me, Preggers

I think I need to turn the air conditioner on, or something. I can't breathe. It doesn't help that my uterus (*snicker*) is 34 centimeters now, or that my baby is sitting on my ribs, kicking my guts with her feet. I keep having these wacky dreams about labor and my baby. It looks like I'm packing a basketball under my shirt. I really should take a picture and post it. Hold on.
There, now you can see how big I am. That took a lot of effort! Now I'm exhausted, and I really, really need to get to work. If anybody's in town and wants to go to a matinay of Nacho Libre with me, let me know. My husband hasn't written me a letter yet (after two weeks), and I'm a little depressed. I love yous guys!