75 days to go

I made it to week 29, only to have more reasons why I am ready for the next 10 weeks to move along. Last night I was lying in bed, contemplating whether it was less evil to endure the heartburn or to get up and find the Tums, thus exposing myself to the gloriously disabling lower back pain that now comes along with lying down.

Mr. W is on my last nerve complaining about his own ailments(his back, his hip, his ankle, his foot, his leg...Jesus). He has brought this all on himself with his softball and weightlifting, and to be honest, I can't hardly stand to hear him talk about it. I just want to shake him and tell him he has no idea. I think if I could live in a cave right now, I would. It's amazing how very bitter I am becoming.

All I can say is that I am looking forward to an end to this. The pain and, to top it all off, feeling like I have to pee on the floor with every step that I take are jumping up and down on my last nerve. I will leave out the details of the mattress sitting halfway between my kitchen and living room, the piles of laundry Mr. W keeps throwing on the sofa(since they fold and put themselves away), the box springs that are stacked against the closet door in the other room, the office that needs to be ripped apart, and the fact that my baby has no place to sleep or call his own yet, other than some space on the top of Mr. W's second dresser. Yes, his second dresser.

It isn't any emptier than the last time I wrote about it. He hasn't thrown out one stinking thing that I know of, and today, I jumped online to take a peek at our registry.

I quickly noticed that Mr. W, who had the job of scanning everything, which should have been his only contribution to the efforts, had decided to put sooooo many funny things on the registry.

Let's see. Similac, toddler sized Transformers pajamas, infant sized sandals for our baby who will be born in October, a "foam bullet" gun, a Nerf football...yes, I was highly annoyed and not even lightly amused by his antics.

I probably sound like a hateful pregnant woman right now. I probably am. I am losing my patience with everyone and I am starting to feel exceptionally crappy, which isn't helping the situation. Mr. W will likely be coming home to a hateful woman today, and he has no idea.

Mommy is losing her sense of humor.

Another thing no one mentioned about pregnancy.