26 Weeks and Counting

I had my 26 week checkup this morning. Everything is going fine, except for the fact that my entire body aches and I'm gigantic and miserable. I used to try to get sympathy from Steve and Nathan, but after 26 weeks I've learned that it's useless. This is a typical conversation.

Me: My lower back hurts.

Steve: My back hurts too. It's really bad. I think I need a massage.

Me: My hips are achy.

Steve: My hip hurts, too. I think I did something to it during my workout.

Me: My uterus hurts.

Steve: I have a really bad canker sore. I'm serious, it's really bad. Look at it.

I really, really wish I could say just joking or that I'm exaggerating even just a little bit, especially on the canker sore comment, but I can't. Steve honestly believes that his canker sore discomfort can be compared to the discomfort that comes with growing a human. If I mention anything about any kind of discomfort, I hear about how much pain Steve is in and then he throws in that his toe that he broke last year still bothers him, too. If I tell Nathan that I don't feel well, he just yells at me.

I can't post without putting pictures of Nathan on here. Here he is posing next to his wall art. It was one of those days. Notice his wet shirt. That's from sucking his CapriSun up the straw then letting it dribble out of his mouth... and then acting like it was an accident.
I asked him what Daddy is going to say when he sees the chalk on the wall. He told me, "Daddy's going to get mad! Ha, ha, ha!"