I have no idea what to call the stage i'm in except the "beached whale stage"

i can no longer sit up on my own. Nikki has to help me out of bed (which is like rolling a large log out of bed) and turn me when he's all like, "baby i wanna cuddle". I'm all like, "that'd be nice, but i don't wanna feel like a turtle on my back with weight that kicks my insides." XD

god and its suppose to get worse. I'm so glad i'm starting this at home thing with sykes. Its not much, but I can't seem to do a regular job with this prego brain i have. XP