I guess I'm ready to have the baby. Lately I have found everything to be irritating. I have no patience. I can't stand Aiden's whining. I want to lock Travis in the closet when he starts in on his usual rib jabbing (stuff that usually makes me chuckle). I would like to throw all my pillows in an incinerator for being so difficult. I wish I had a brace from the ceiling to hold my belly while I roll over in bed at night. The muscles on my sides pull so badly Every. Time.
On top of this I have a few nagging physical issues going on. My neck has really started to bother me this week. No headaches, just dull, nagging discomfort. I've either got a cold or allergies causing some serious sinus pressure. There are moments when I can't breathe out of my nose at all. I can barely eat anything without feeling like I am going to suffocate. There just isn't room in me for a stomach AND my lungs. Couple that with the stuffed nose and I breathe louder than a 400-pound asthmatic who just climbed Uxmal.
I had my weekly OB appointment yesterday. I am showing no signs of labor. I fully expect to be induced at 41 weeks again, so this was not a surprise to me. Although I think I will be officially disappointed starting at my 38-week appointment when there is no progress.
The only thing keeping me going these days are breaks to laugh at jokes and pictures of adorable kittens on websites like this.