The Waiting Game

Only a few weeks left and I am getting anxious. What this really means is that I'm sick of being pregnant. I'm still quite active, but am incredibly exhausted. I really just want to sleep. Instead, I'm still working full-time... but I think today may be my last day in the office. Then I'll be working from home because the idea of having contractions/going into labor on the metro is not very appealing. I'm also back to my daily puking habit. For a while, it was just a few times a week. But for the last three weeks, it's been every day. I know the end is in sight so it's not so bad. Also, I've been puking on most days since January, so I'm used to it by now. This morning, Brady asked me if I think I'll be able to stop once the baby is born. I didn't find that so funny.

I go back in to the dr. tomorrow. Hopefully they'll tell me something useful for a change. I feel like the only thing I've been getting out my appointments is the same old news and a written record that I am continuing to gain weight. These are not really incentives to keep returning... I'll let you know how it goes.