word vomit.

when you're 39 weeks 4 days pregnant and annoyed beyond belief because of 2.5 days of false labor, you're allowed to say whatever you want, right? cool. here i go.

false labor is dumb.
i haven't complained much at all during these past 9 months, so please don't judge me today.
if you see me in the store please don't say, "no baby yet?" let my giant mid-section be your first clue.
you may ask me how i'm doing though. that's very sweet of you.
don't tell me i'm probably going to go past my due date. i already know that. i've read the books, people.
and on that topic, just because i've never birthed a child before doesn't mean i'm an idiot.
my emphasis in college was child and family studies.
i've been fascinated with pregnancy and babies my entire life.
i've spent the past 9 months investigating and learning everything i can about pregnancy and child birth.
i appreciate advice, but not if you're rude or i haven't asked for it.
and especially not if you've never been pregnant before or haven't been pregnant in 40 years.
so let me warm up my deli meat in peace.
the whole "get your rest now" theory is bogus.
unfortunately sleep doesn't come in roll over minutes.
i know that i'm going to be sleepless when she's here, but i'm awake all night as it is. i'd much rather be losing sleep because i'm taking care of my sweet girl, not because i have to pee, my sciatic nerve is literally a pain in the butt, or because my brain just won't shut off.

these last 9 months have been the best of my life, but i am beyond ready to move on to the new bests.

and vent over.

sorry for being a brat.