I'm not due until the end of the month, so I know I shouldn't be this impatient, but I'm so ready to be done now.
I can't eat a thing. I know I need to eat but everything makes me either nauseous or uncomfortable or both. I have no appetite...save for the random craving for muffins and I can't get comfortable with the help of every pillow in my house. I'm avoiding salt like the plague because that makes it worse.
Even when I'm calm and enjoying pregnancy, I can't help but get myself worked up to the point of illness just in worrying about the labor. DH, of course, is trying everything he can, but is no real consolation in anyway. If he touches me its too hard or not hard enough. I'm upset when he's not here because I miss him and am trying to savor every last moment of just him and I that I can, but when he is here I'm frustrated becasue he can't even put a carton of eggs back in the fridge.
I can't wait to meet my little girl. I can't wait to hold her and look at her and touch her and I know that this is just temporary...but today I'm struggling with being in the starting blocks. Tomorrow, I'm going to try with all my might to enjoy myself and relax. Save for a lone tennis match, I'm not going to watch television....I'm going to leave my house and go socalize with some people...
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't come on this board and just vent all of the frustrations of pregnancy to women who understand.