Crazy Pregnant Lady Ramblings

I'm 38 weeks and 3 days pregnant and feeling very DONE.



I'm exhausted, physically and emotionally spent.



I don't want to leave my house because I'm afriad I might punch the next person that stupidly says "you're STILL pregnant"...OBVIOUSLY I'm STILL pregnant, and I could remain this way for 3 1/2 more weeks, so suck it. Yes, that means I will not be scheduling an induction if I happen to pass my "estimated" due date...so stop asking that silly question, too, please.



I'm annoyed at the random people that feel inclined to inquire about the status of my vagina...it's none of your business, not to mention, it doesn't matter. This baby will come when he wants to come, and *gasp* I'm okay with that.



I want to take garbage bags and throw away everything in my house, because I have lost my mind and it all looks like clutter to me. I think I could be in a completely empty room and still think it looks cluttered.



I want to compulsively eat cherry pies from McDonalds.



I want to soak in a hot bath for hours, transport myself to a state of zen-like bliss, have a glass of wine and talk sweetly to my unborn baby-- nevermind, reality called-- instead I'd settle for a 10 minute, toddler free shower and assure my yet to be born that I will not let said toddler poke his eyes out.