Yeah, I know I haven't reached my due date yet. And yes, I realize that as long as both me and the baby are perfectly healthy then all is well.

However, I no longer have shoes that fit. Or the ability to hold a pen for very long. Or anyplace in the damn house that I be in comfortable for any amount of time.

Intellectually, I understand that she'll come when she's supposed to. But it was soooo disheartening to be at my OB/GYN appt and hear that I'm barely even 1 centimeter dialated and that there's nothing I can do about my gynormous hands, feet and ankles. And I also know that I could still be in labor at some point tonight. Or the next 2 1/2 weeks.

*Sigh*

(A small tangent as I offer a huge public thank you to Betty. Your gift was absolutely perfect and arrived just when I needed a pick me up. My tears of frustration turned to tears of gratitude. With all my heart, thank you.)

So now more waiting.

And we all know how patient I am.