Final Countdown

So I planned for this post to start with excitement and this funny clip from Arrested Development, so I at least won't completely disappoint you:

It is the final countdown... 5 days til my due date, and please god not any longer.

The last week or so I've not really been feeling anxious or scared or nervous, but also not super excited or "ready".... mostly just.... annoyed. Like, let's just do this. I'm ready to move on to this thing we have been preparing for for months. Let's rip off the bandaid and stop the waiting game.

I'm not even scared for labor and birth at this point. I'm sure I will be when it comes, but at this point, if it makes me not pregnant any more, I'm in. (And yes, I'm excited to meet Baby C, but that is not my overwhelming emotion at this point.)

Current thoughts/feelings:

• Tired of being pregnant
• Tired in general, since I wake up every 1-2 hours at night
• Tired of heartburn
• Sick of feeling like a spectacle. Like I know it's normal at this point, but I feel ridiculous, like my belly is just grotesque and out of control. I am tired of being the center of attention, stared at, and a spectacle everywhere I go.
• I'm tired of talking to people. I can't walk down the hall at work, go to the store, do anything without a comment on my appearance or pregnancy in general. Most people are very nice, but I'd like to just be a person again.
• Uncomfortable. Current issues are general discomfort from having a huge belly, swollen feet, and super itchy belly due to skin stretching. I've also been having plenty of Braxton Hicks contractions (or "practice" contractions), which for me feel like a general tightening of my belly, where it feels like pressure and my belly feels really hard, and also menstrual-like cramps. They come and go and haven't developed into anything, and are a good sign that labor is coming, but of course isn't here yet.
• Pissed that in the last week or so, I just now started getting stretch marks. I really thought that if I didn't have them by now, I had gotten away with it! But nooo, I have some angry-looking ones around my belly button piercing (great idea, 16-year-old Kristina), and some on just the left side of my belly - not my right. Cool. Great. 

Really, this belly is out of control. Caleb cannot compete.

Amazing painting my lovely friends Andrea and Tara made for Baby C... love it!

Stretch marks. X on the piercing in the middle, and the faint red squiggly lines on the side of my stomach. The other side is clear so far. Call them "tiger stripes" and I might hurt you.

Caleb and I at my cousin's wedding this weekend. Saw this picture and was shocked at how huge I looked. No wonder people couldn't stop making comments. That, and some of them are a-holes.

So, in general, we're fine. I'm not completely miserable, we are ready with things at home, and we're all good and healthy. But FFS, let's get this show on the road already.