B minus 7

So, here we are…one week until “b” day. All the late pregnancy stuff is going on. I’m exhausted. I’m not sleeping. I’m nauseous. I have a headache. I’m having contractions. Now, are the contractions real, or are they braxton hicks? I time everything and feel lost while doing so. I am basically absolutely miserable.

I want to go home and not work, but I need the time and the money, so I work through it. I want to scream at people to leave me alone, but alas, I am inundated with all the “problem child” issues.

Things still aren’t ready. The house is a disaster; however, laundry is caught up. My bag is packed. In short, I’m not ready at all; B is however as he is excited to see whether it will be another boy or girl.

All I want is to go to my mommy’s and curl up in a ball and put my head in her lap. I know that won’t help though, so I sit here—miserable—and wait. Patiently? If you want to call it that, go ahead.