Final month waiting game. TW:Bitching

I’m 37 weeks. Miserable, all that jazz that comes with being at the end of pregnancy.

I feel like some days are easier than others, I feel fine and I can keep myself busy. But majority of my days feel like I’m waiting for the clock to run out so I can do the same thing tomorrow and the next day. And the next day… and so on. I hate these days, if I let myself I could spend the entire day wallowing in how miserable and uncomfortable I am. It’s getting to a point where I’m more excited about not being pregnant than I am to meet my baby. Fucked up I know but that’s the reality of where my mind is in all of this.

I don’t blame my husband but it feels like an extra punch in the face watching him not have to undergo any changes to his daily life (except hearing me bitch more), no bodily changes, not having to give up vices, watching him sleep peacefully through the night while I’m up with heartburn and insomnia.

Lastly, went to the hospital last night (at nurse recommendation): was having reoccurring contractions, horrible back pain, etc. I really thought I was at the finish line just for them to send me home because they were Braxton hicks. (I was hooked up to the machine and could see (and obviously feel) the constant contractions. Well I’ve been having Braxton hicks for the past 4 months and these didn’t feel like it nor have I experienced them so close together. Long story short here I am the next morning, magically no more contractions and honestly just pissed off that Im still pregnant.

Third trimester moms, I send you all the love and positive energy and I hope we can all make it to the end safely and (somehow) positively. Sending extra love and support to those who are experiencing brutal summer heats right now.