I've deactivated my facebook. Turned off my phone. Not taking visitors.
I've been crying every afternoon in the last week when I realise that labour isn't happening for a while yet.
It's depressing. I'm so damn miserable. My poor kids and DH have to put up with me being a misery guts. I even contemplated castor oil today. Although I'm sure it'll do jack ****.
I realise pregnancy is a blessing. That it's "brief". That I'm lucky.
But you know what? All I want is to have a damn drink, to be able to roll over in bed easily. Maybe even wipe my butt without it being such an effort! I want my body back **** it!
Mentally I'm in such a bad place. I'm trying so hard to be at peace, and to wait. But I'm over it. I'll be getting my tubes tied after this pregnancy.
I got my hopes up too early I guess. DS was 5 days early, DD was 11. And now. What ever. I wish someone could knock me out and wake me up when labour starts, I'd be happy.