I’m still an underachiever

The update from today:

Blood pressure—still perfect.

My cervix— a “loose” centimeter and still thick.

The doctor will see me in another week.

I seriously came home and cried. I know that I’ve still got some papers that need grading before he gets here, and I know that he’ll be here before I know it, but I realized today that I’m tired of being pregnant. I’ve reached the point at which I no longer want to have swollen feet and nasal passages. I no longer want to get up three times a night to trickle out the most meager amount of urine one can imagine. I no longer want to struggle to roll from my left side to my right, or get up out of a chair. I no longer want to be in maternity clothes, even though I know there’s a good chance that I’ve got a few more weeks/months in them.

I am tired, people. Tired, tired, tired.

And yes, I’m aware that I will probably be even more tired once he gets here since I’ll no longer be able to sleep, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m tired of feeling like a whale.

I think I might go cry again.