There are 2 weeks left until my due date! 2 weeks! Seems like it was just a month ago that I told Vance I thought I was pregnant.
I went to the Doctor for my weekly appointment yesterday and I wasn't expecting much. Low and behold, nothing really happened. I am "a loose 1, almost a 2" dilated and she joked about going into labor on labor day. As far as I know, all she did was an exam, but it hurt so bad for hours afterwards. I thought my vagina was going to prolapse. She ended the appointment with "we'll see if you make it to next week." Seriously, Doctor's have got to stop doing that, because some people who don't know any better take that as "Oh my God! I am gonna go into labor next week" and are terribly disappointed when their due dates fly by them and they are still hosting a small child in their uterus.
I am still going to complain about being tired of pregnancy. My stomach muscles feel like they are going to give out from holding up my massive mound. These contractions SUCK. If they don't hurt, they at least make me hunch over from the intense pressure and tightening. This morning I woke up to 3 painful contractions. I wanted to believe it was the end, but they stopped. Now my lower body is just aching.
Believe it or not, I never wanted to be one of those pregnant ladies that whined about wanting it to be over, but I seriously think it's just a typical reaction that every prego has. Some are just a little more up front about it.
After my appointment yeserday Vance and I decided to go cash in our WIC money. We had no idea how big of a pain it would be. Not only was the process arduous, but we had the slowest dipshit cashier on the planet. And worse, there were these two obnoxious wannabe punk teenage girls behind that smelled like B.O. big time. I thought it was the cashier or Vance or even me, but it was them. They kept dicking around and play fighting and nearly rubbing up on my man. They smelled like a gorilla cage. I hate HEB.