Is it bad? Am I a bad person? Does this mean I'm going to be a terrible, irritable, impatient mother?
I've had it. SO had it. Already. And I've still got 4 weeks to go. Shite.
WARNING: I'm about to rant.
I'm sick of being heavily beaten up from the inside out.
I'm sick of getting up multiple times every night to go to the toilet.
I'm sick of wearing black tights.
I'm sick of feeling massive.
I'm sick of having sore ribs.
I'm sick of filling up the hot water bottle.
I'm sick of worrying about whether we'll have the labour we want to.
I'm sick of worrying about how much it's going to cost.
I'm sick of wondering whether we have everything we need.
I'm sick of the drilling going on nextdoor, and downstairs, and everywhere I look.
I'm sick of not being able to sink a few glasses of champagne without feeling guilty.
I'm sick of struggling to walk up stairs.
I'm sick of having pork phalanges.
I'm sick of feeling incapable.
Mostly? I'm sick of waaaaaaaiting.
Fashion TV (more accurately, the Victoria's Secret show) is playing right in my face in the cafe I'm sitting at as I'm writing this. Stupid skinny, beautiful people. I'm sick of you too.
I'm going to blame this rant on some form of pregnancy hormone and the nasty cold I've had for the past few days. But sweet baby cheesus, I'm SO over it.
I can only imagine my patience is going to be tested a hell of a lot more in the future, so am kind worried about having little-to-none of it right now. Tell me it's just a late pregnancy thing? Or am I going to be a crazy, snappy, impatient mum?
Sigh, sigh, sigh....