Pre-partum Depression

 I am turning in to that girl.

Sorry to those around me.

I am disliking any person with a penis other than Griffin, Andrew, and my dad.

A man in starbuck's the other day...mere minutes after getting my membranes swept told me I'd better be getting decaf. I  must have been giving him a look because he immediately said, "I'm kidding...I was kidding..." I almost said, "I have been drinking freaking decaf for over 3 years. What is your problem?" Luckily I bit my tongue.

I am so ready to meet her. I hate to be so impatient but seriously people with April due dates are snuggling with their kiddos right now and I'm totally jealous.

I am sleeping like 15 minutes a night. Which is what I expected to be doing in April...except I expected to not be sleeping because I was nursing sweet Elliot...not because my rib cage was on fire and my rock hard uterus was still contracting. I think I have the strongest uterus on Earth. You could bounce a coin off of it...try...I dare ya.

Anyway, I'm still thankful to be pregnant but I'm just a bit over it and ready to move on to phase baby. I feel pressure in all the wrong ways. Not pressure to push so much as pressure to get this child born so that mom and dad who flew across the country to meet her can actually meet her.

My body didn't want to get pregnant...and now it doesn't want to not be pregnant. What's the deal? Make up your mind, body!

Ok. I'm done whining. I hate to be a whiner but since this blog is private and like 2 people read it I feel like I will annoy the fewest amount of people. Say a prayer for those living in my house right now. I'm getting bitchier by the minute!!