My mood sucks. Everything is irritating. The cats are on my nerves. The kids are on my nerves. I don't have the right foods or drinks to match my mood. I'm overall pissy. This must mean one thing. The baby will be here soon. I have less than two weeks to go (hopefully) and I've hit that stage where everything is uncomfortable including the questions and comments from innocent co-workers and passersby....like..."How long are you going to work before the baby comes?" "I'm surprised to see you here today." "When's the due date again?" "You don't look like your that far along." The list could go on. This is just a venting blog today. All in all, I'm ready...at least I think I am. I've forgotten the horrible sleep patterns and the fatigue you can feel in your throat. It's weird how you can remember painful parts, but you can't truly conjure up the real feeling of the pain.
I don't think I would have become so impatient waiting at this point in the game, except that on Sunday I had real, true contractions for long enough that I thought we might be heading to the hospital soon. Now that everything has calmed down and there are no more exciting contractions, I'm disappointed. And that probably has a lot to do with my mood right now.
Not much longer. Not much longer. Not much longer.
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