you know you're way too pregnant when

You wake up to pee for the fourth time at 6 o'clock on a sunday morning, and as you're trying to fall back asleep you remember you got the mother of all toaster ovens for christmas. And suddenly all you can think about is cornbread. So you get up and mozy into the kitchen and as you're pulling out your baking stuff you notice that the peanuts and carob powder in the cupboard are screaming at you. So you whip up an improvised carob cornnut bread. And your husband who hasn't slept right (between your incessent peeing, massive leg cramps, and crazy dream talking in your sleep) in weeks, doesn't wake up once- not even when you're smashing the peanuts with your morter and pestle- even though your kitchen shares a door that doesn't close right with the bedroom. And then you eat half that carob cornnut bread all by yourself within ten minutes of pulling it out of the mother of all toaster ovens, only to be reminded that eating too much makes you feel like your stomach is trying to hop right out of your esophogus.
But you can't help but feel that it was sooooo worth it, since apparently the new carob cornnut bread recipe is a keeper, and the rolling baby who keeps trying to stick his something or other in between your ribs seems to agree.