Enough already.

Yep, two days later. 36 weeks, 4 days now. We just missed the on ramp to Annoyed and we're headed straight for Miserableville. These days really just don't seem to end. I am beyond losing my mind. Comfort is something I haven't felt in weeks now. And the pain is unbearable. A dull lower back pain that comes and goes about every 3 minutes. Hand in hand with sporadic crampy pains in my lower belly. What the hell? If I actually thought it was labor I'd be ecstatic, but I know better. He's getting bigger, and dropping, and it could still be weeks and weeks before there's any sign of baby. So that makes me very very grumpy. Enough is enough already! My body can't take much more of this. And poor Mikey. All I did last night was bitch, bitch, bitch. And bark at him for this or that. I don't know where it came from, I'm just so at the end of my freaking rope. If I really do go all the way up to my due date, I don't know what will happen. That's still like 24 days away. Like for real?? No way. I can't do that. This baby needs to come now. I've been trying the pineapple, we've been trying sex, so far no luck. Granted I've only been trying it for like 2, 3 days now but still! I'm more the instant gratification type. Ok, I did what I was supposed to, now where's my reward? Sad part is I decided to test these theories knowing full well that's exactly what they are. Theories. There's no scientific evidence to support them, nothing to promise me that if I do that, this will happen. So I've known all along this was a shot in the dark and yet my hopes were still high. Ugh. Oh well, here's to another day. All this crap and I'm still choosing to be optimistic? Pathetic. Maybe today will be the day...