I broke down tonight and started crying because I'm SO done with being pregnant. I'm tired of being tired, having trouble going up and down stairs, heartburn, trying to get in and out of bed, random cramps that lead to nothing and having stupid pregnancy conversations with others.
This last one drives me nuts, especially at this time of the year because there are a million and one gatherings so everyone asks. Then they compare me to their 5th cousin 7 times removed who was pregnant at Christmas 17 years ago and blah, blah, blah. I hate being asked "Are you ready for him to come?" No, I want to be like an elephant and have a gestational period of 2 years. Yes I'm ready. Do you not see my dragging my sorry butt around to the bathroom 3 times during a 3 hour lunch? I'm also sick of the "keep your legs closed until Jan 1st" that I hear a lot because our school system goes from Dec. to Dec. so they are concerned that he is going to be the youngest in the class. Does it really matter? I'm a friggin' teacher! I can get him caught up if necessary. Maybe if I just sit in the house for the next 17 days people will leave me alone and I won't get asked stupid questions anymore.
Alright...sorry for my rant.