It’s 4 in the morning… I can’t sleep.  🙁  I tried, knowing that I need my energy to deal with my boys… but I still can’t.  Feeling sad. 

William laughs at me… he say other mothers’ are excited cause they only have a week to go.  I, on the other hand, am upset because she’s not here yet.  I was so sure she would be here by now.  To add to my annoyance, he gets happier with everyday that passes without her arrival.  Of course he is not the one pregnant, carrying all this extra weight, waddling around after crazy kids, suffering from uncomfortable Braxton hicks, itchy skin, constipation, etc.  He’s just excited thinking that we are going to have a compliant baby.  I doubt it… cause she hasn’t listened to any of my requests.  Figure she’s going to wait for the most inopportune moment to make her grand entrance.  He’s also excited about the idea that she’s going to be nice and fat the longer she stays in me.  Grrr!  I don’t want a fat baby… she may not be able to fit into all the clothes I bought her while I was under the assumption that she was going to be little like my boys.  I’m not liking him too much right now for all his annoying thoughts.

Funny, she’s not even out and she’s already causing me grief.  And, I was so excited about her birth.  Now I don’t care anymore… I just want it done and over with.

PS:  You don’t have to comment on how stupid I sound right now.  I already know it… doesn’t stop me from being miserable though.  Besides, I’m just a venting, tired fool.