So Done.

I'm done. So done.

I know I technically have a week left in the pregnancy. But I just never expect that my 5'1" body with what I can only assume based on my past children is an 8lb child will hold out to the end. I get my hopes up. I guess I can only hope.

Jake took the kids to the carnival tonight. I sat alone at home depressed instead. Eating shredded mini wheats for dinner. Sad, sad, sad. I didn't feel like walking around.

I had a doctors appointment today. It didn't go as I had planned.

I am no where close to being in labor. So far in fact that although they normally allow women to be induced 7 days before delivery- like now for me.... I am not being given that option, because I am showing no progress. Who has ever heard of this in a 3rd pregnancy? I guess that is fine since I didn't want to be induced anyway, now the temptation is gone.

This in combination with the official fact that I have gained over 50% of my own body weight...... yes 56lbs, was enough to wipe any smile off my face.

I'm exhausted. I found stretch marks on my feet today. No really this is not a joke. And I woke up this morning with my face so swollen it looked like I had botox in my lips, to a gross extreme.

I had big plans of doing chores all day, and getting to a really ready place. Instead all I want to do is eat ice and sit on the couch and watch Friday Night Lights- which we recently discovered on Netflix.

No matter what I did schedule an induction. Though it is not until the 16. 3 days after her due date. I think they will allow me to go through with it no matter what my body is doing. I still want to give her a chance to come on her own. But if she has any love for her mother she would go ahead and come already.

Pile on the sympathy I guess.