I hate being pregnant SO much.
I am burning with heartburn, want to vomit, have insomnia (yet am so tired) and am GIANT.
MG's birthday was Friday (how is my baby girl TWO?!?!) and her party Saturday. I had been hoping to make it through those days and into October before baby arrives. Well we're here. Let's get a move on, baby.
Our photographer has been on call since Thursday. (Did I mention I hired a birth photographer? I did. I'm VERY excited. I love labor/ birth). Though I have been having a lot of contractions, they aren't consistent so I haven't let her or the hospital know yet. I have an appointment tomorrow and will have them check me. Hoping for some progress (I was a one when I was checked a week ago based on the same fake contractions).
The good news is is that my midwife is back from her vacation- she takes the same two weeks every year. 2 years ago, it was the week before and the week of MG's birth. This time it appears she'll have just made it back.
ugh. Come on baby. Or at least give me a break from these contractions!
