So sorry to bore you all with my sob story...There's actually nothing wrong with me, except that I am supremely HUGE, my back aches, my heart is burning, I am congested 24/7, can't sleep b/c of the listed reasons, DD1 is turning into "little miss mega attitude" (she's only 8!), DD2 wants to be held constantly and messes up everything I try to clean, and let's see, what elsa? MIL is insulted that I won't be having her over for the birth, gives me non-stop unsolicited advice, um, this IS my third child, second UC, please go away. I can't even go into the whole spiel about ow MIL has promised to call 911 if I go into labor while DH is working

He's a pilot and is scheduled to fly one more trip a weeke and a half before my EDD. I made it very clear to familythat in the unlikely event this should occur, to please come get the kids, and then let me labor in peace, PLEASE.I am so so SO very tired of being pregnant. This fells like it has been a long one, and three more weeks seems like an eternity
. Would it be "bad" of me to take matters into my own hands and go to an acupuncturist to try to "jump start" things? I just advised another mama on another thread against getting her membranes swept so, um
:, feel free to call me out on that. Well thanks for reading, and if you did read this dribble, bless your soul












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She made me feel wonderful and horrible at the same time!

I don't enjoy waking up multiple times in the night, wearing the same 3 outfits because nothing else fits, gobbling heartburn pills like popcorn, saying 'ow' every time I roll over in bed, spending 10 minutes stuffing my feet into my mysteriously-too-tight shoes... but I feel like I've been doing it for months, and it's starting to become the status quo! Occasionally I have fleeting moments of 'Hey, I used to be able to fit into that pretty skirt', but they tend to pass quickly... I really can't imagine being 'back to my normal self'! Maybe I have too dystopian a view of the postpartum/newborn period, and keep expecting PPD and sleeplessness and a messy house rather than focussing on the positives. But I really can't get the 'my life will be better once I'm not pregnant' vibe--sure, I'm looking forward to the actual baby, but a lot of me is kinda scared and happy to have said baby neatly contained in the womb for now!



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