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Don't say I didn't warn you. 

These painful, retchingly disgusting veins travel all the way up leg.  ALL THE WAY.  And that's all I'm going to say about THAT.

Now if I ever start waxing poetic about adding a seventh child, please pour a bucket of cold, liquid jello on my head and refer me to this post.

Of course I know a few ugly veins are nothing to complain about.  Everything else seems to be going swimmingly, and some minor physical indignities aren't really worth mentioning when you consider the grand 9 Month Prize.  But seventeen weeks to go feels about like the length of the Jurassic era right now.

I guess this must be like mile 14 of a marathon.  Something I likely will never know.