Four More

My ultimate biggest pet peeve at this moment is people asking "Are you still here?" or "You haven't had that baby yet?"

Yeah, morons, I had the baby and I'm just wearing a pillow because I miss being pregnant so much... Oh, and I decided to keep coming to work because I'm a workaholic... Okay, I am a workaholic, but come on.

I am dilated to a whole.... (*drumroll*) 1 and a half cm... Oh yeah, I'm cruising now (<---- that's sarcasm)

If this baby gets any more onery, I am going to pull him out myself.

He kicks my leg nerves so my knees collapse and I crash to the ground. He kicks my ribs. He smacks my hand away if I try to rub my (oh so swollen) belly. He bumps my arm so whatever I was attemtping to write turns to gibberish. He doesn't like me hugging people. And to top it all off, I can't sit up straight anymore... which makes working rather interesting. Come on, who doesn't want to see the front desk girl slouched back in her chair, looking like she's about ready for nap time? That's still professional, right? Right?

The only thing saving my small little slice of sanity is my love. He rubs my tired feet. He makes Taco Bell runs (for the 4,089,564th time). He even helps me out of the bathtub because it sits so deep that I get stuck (oh yeah, fun). He is so amazing that he makes the sacrifice of running to get me Rocky Road ice cream and he even eats whatever is left over just so nothing is wasted. How generous is he? I already knew that he is one of the greatest guys ever but in my overemotional state I'm just overflowing with awe and with love for him...

I am so over it and I am beyond ready to have my baby... Why won't he come out?!?!?!?!?

Four more days til my due date, I'm sure the little stinker is going to make this as hard as he can.