I'm tired of being pregnant.
I'm tired of being HUGE.
I'm tired of other people's opinions, whether they meant well or not.
I'm tired of WAITING.
I'm tired of my back hurting.
Other than that, life is good. The weather has been nice, and I've been able to sleep relatively well. I really am ready to meet Bob, but he's making it difficult.
He hasn't turned yet, and if he doesn't turn soon he will be a breech baby. If he does indeed decide he's perfectly happy right smack where he is, we have two options - the doc can perform and External Cephalic Version on my poor, unsuspecting belly and try to get the kid to MOVE ALREADY! Or, we can schedule a c-section and get the uncooperative bugger out. They won't do vaginal breech births at my hospital, and for that I am grateful. It seems like an unnecessary risk for the baby and a whole lot more difficult delivery for the mom.
I have officially stopped talking about it. I get entirely too many unsolicited opinions, and I'm DONE.
I have a doc appointment tomorrow and we'll see what's up and progress from there. One way or another, I'm having a BABY sometime in the next month! DUDE!