I'm torn. I'm ready for this pregnancy to end, but the time isn't right.
I got up to go to the bathroom 20 minutes ago. I'm 39+2.
The worst pregnancy symptom, for me, is the pain and awkwardness of getting out of bed to pee at night. It would help if my 8yo and 6yo "obstacles" wouldn't appear in my bed at 3AM. I have a pretty good pregnancy symptom memory, and this has been an issue each time. I was so excited when DP turned the little room upstairs into a half-bath last summer, thinking ahead to this trimester and knowing how awful it would be to have to walk downstairs after getting out of bed. I'm not sure I would've made it all the way down some nights ...
Still, I'm begging this babe to hold off as long as his/her older siblings have because our home just. Isn't. Ready. And, for some reason, my usually sweet and empathetic husband gets stressed out and turns into an inconsiderate near the end of pregnancy (- at least, these last three -- he was awesome the whole time with #1). Even his presence becomes irritating. Somehow, just near the end, we reconnect and everything is fine again. I'm waiting, impatiently, for this reconnection to take place, because right now I'd like to send him to a friend's house and invite some of my woman friends over for support.