You know you are ready to "pop" when...

Your husband has to roll you out of bed by pushing on your back (seriously, this happens often)

Your kids constantly comment about your "puffy" belly or huge boobs.

Perfect strangers say things like, "I am impressed, you are still out and about...with two kids and a dog"

You can perfectly balance your morning cup of tea, afternoon bowl of snacks, or late night cup of ice cream on your belly.

You wipe crumbs off your breast only to later find them stashed securely on your belly

Even your husband's over-sized tennis shirts don't fit your belly.

Your docs feel the baby, says it is big and reminds you at your weekly visits to come right in as soon as contractions start...afterall this is the third pregnancy and we have seen quite a few laggers who end up welcoming their baby in the car

your four year old son during a meltdown screams, "Fine sticking-out-tummy-mommy" as if that is an insult.

while your 3 year old calls you fat as if it is a matter of fact. And when I remind her that isn't nice, she says: "well, it true"

You give your kids the most honest answer as to how the baby gets out of your body because you are too big, tired, and irritable to come up with any form of creative answer or way to dodge the question.

When you get up and walk around at night you seriously feel the whole house shake, and as much as you want to blame it on the fact that we have yet to "sister the boards" in our foundation...you know it is due to the extra 28 pounds you are carrying.

You waddle from place to place, can't see waist down, no longer have clothes that fit, and feel gross yet you still let yourself be seen in public day after day because you have little munchkins that need exercise and you work.

You relieve your bladder in the middle of the night only to lay down, feel the baby on your bladder and have to get up to pee.

As much as you want to meet the little baby inside you, you congratulate yourself for another day of work completed.