Well, I'm almost there. It's Week 39, and I'm just one week from my due date. The finish line is coming into sight, but we're not there quite yet. Unfortunately, time has also started to feel like it's slowing down--as my friends who have been through pregnancy warned me it would. Physicists say that if you move fast enough--faster than the speed of light--you actually travel into the future. That said, maybe time does slow down for pregnant women at the end of their pregnancies because the bigger they get the slower they move. Ha! Okay...bad joke. Entertaining as that image is, I'm sure the feel of a time lag has more to do with the waiting and anticipation than with physics. I had quite a list of things to do before the baby arrives, but (curse my efficiency) I blew threw it in the first week of my maternity leave. I've found the great irony that strikes at the end of pregnancy is that just when you most want to keep going and get more accomplished, you are most incapable of doing it. I can't even begin to describe how it irks me to see something I want to do but having to wait for help to do it. That reality is something I'm not accustomed to and it frustrates me to no end. Thankfully the baby will be here soon. I am very much looking forward to losing this big, heavy belly!