Its the great pumpkin, Charlie Brown

So my baby is now officially being called the Great Pumpkin. He's starting to become that mythical creature that rises from the pumpkin patch every Halloween to give candy to all the good boys and girls. And I am Linus. I am Linus, sitting in the patch on November 1. Really everybody, I promise, the Great Pumpkin will come...he'll be here next year.
Yes, I am at the very end of my rope. I just lost it. I want to kill Mr. W just because everything he does and every day he spends not pregnant while I am pregnant makes me want to strangle him. Everything he doesn't do that I ask him to and everything he does do that I don't want him to makes me want to make him sleep out in the car until it is time for the baby to get here.
I am losing my mind.
I cried twice in Hallmark today. Once while picking out a sympathy card for a co-worker and once while picking out a toy for my baby. Both times were because they made me think of my mom, but that doesn't mean much to the people standing around me in Hallmark and I cried again telling Mr. W about my crying spells while I was talking to him on my way home. Then I cried again when I showed him the baby toy. Yes, I am completely spent.
I am not even enjoying eating at this point because I am sick and tired of doing so much of it. It is pretty sad when being able to reach things on the ground and scrub out the bathtub or even mop without a backache are the things I really long to do. I obviously want to see my baby, too. I am done with being patient. It has been 39 long weeks and I am right about to trip the odometer to 40 with nothing to show for it yet. Not even much cramping. Nope, it is just like there is nothing happening in there at all. Every once in awhile the Great Pumpkin wiggles a little, but that about covers it.
I would like to say I will be back on to post about how the labor went, but I have a feeling I will be back to complain about having the only baby in these families that just doesn't want to come out and see the world.