Over it

Can I be over it?  I'm over it.

I'm completely mentally done being pregnant. 

I might not be quite so done if I didn't have seven dogs living in my house.  But being awakened to puppies play fighting in the middle of the night and then having to haul my gigantic stomach out of bed because I (obviously) have to pee and then trying to find just the right angle to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep has me well and truly DONE.

I'm tired and I'm hurting and I get winded bending over and I miss being able to see my feet. 

And please I beg of you do not patronize me with the "if you think you're tired now just wait until that baby gets here" speech as if I haven't ever done this before.  I have.  I've done newborn.  I've even done colicky newborn.  Hell, I've even done colicky newborn with a 3 year old to take care of.  (On all those weekends we had my stepdaughter and Michael had to work?  I was the one taking care of both of them.  So, I'm aware that I will be exhausted.)

But what I'm also aware of is that it eventually passes.  But until he gets here, the clock on him getting past the up all night stage does not start running.  And the clock on my crankiness expiring does not start running.  And the clock on me being able to wear pants with buttons again does not start running.  Right now all the clocks are standing still.

Three. more. effing. weeks.

P.S. I, miraculously, did not end up in the hospital last night.

9 month baby belly