39 Weeks and counting

Today was one of those days. I just want it to be done. 

I wanted to enjoy today. I wanted to enjoy taking Harrison out to Target and Northtown. He's usually so well behaved and loves coming out with me. I wanted to enjoy a cone from Dairy Queen. Most of all, I wanted to enjoy watching Harrison chase his daddy around the living room because he loves running so much. 

But it was hard. I dragged our butts to Target this morning for grocery shopping. Spent most of the morning on my feet. Got bit by Harrison before nap time (he was a puppy apparently). Took Harrison to Northtown where he ate his dropped chocolate off the ground, grabbed everything in the pet store and then we were rudely mumbled at by some women while exiting when I didn't hold the door for her while she was halfway down the sidewalk and I am toting a 39week fetus, a large diaper bag and a misbehaving toddler. I feel like the nicest freaking person in the world that I A) held the door open for her anyway and B) didn't give her a piece of my mind being that she had two arms, two legs and was perfectly capable of opening a door on her own. 

I'm beyond crabby now. Get home, missed a call from the hospital about my registration and had to strap Harrison down in his high chair just so I could call back. Curious George was the rest of the afternoon. I gave up. I wanted to just sit down and that show has the power to make my toddler catatonic. 

Following dinner (and a tantrum over it), we sat down again so I could fight my heartburn and nausea (which is horrible tonight) and slip on the couch jamming my shoulder on the corner. 

I'm done. I'm ready to have the baby, but now I am quite sure he's going to be stubborn like Harrison. My body feels so broken and I can't keep up with anything. So many pregnant women feel so strong or powerful while pregnant over the amazing things our bodies can do. I am really sad that I don't feel that way. 

I just ate my second Russel Stover chocolate covered cookie dough egg of the day. Chocolate is good for the soul (but not for heartburn.. I eat it anyway). 

Tomorrow will be better! Or Else!