false and tired

I am tired of false labour (contractions but no real progress). Damn it, give me the real thing or leave me in peace. I am tired already. Tired of being tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of reading pregnancy websites for information. Tired of reviewing the suitcase for the hospital. Tired of wondering whether we've picked the right name. Tired of being primarily defined by the protrusion that is my belly. Tired of the sleepless nights and the digestion issues and the 5 pillows that allow me some semblance of rest. Tired. Tired. TIRED.


... I am also an emotional mess. Two nights ago I cried for a good hour - and the reason I was crying doesn't actually really matter. Music of all variety brought me to the verge of tears three times today.

Is it honest in my state to ask for compensation for the hours of work I put in? I wonder. But I do my best.

I still found the energy to laugh when I stumbled upon this site: http://www.askdrsears.com/html/1/T010900.asp (note: I don't actually recommend you visit this page if you're not familiar with pregnancy sites; don't jump in at the ninth month or you might get scared away; ease into the first trimester first). They kindly term the whole last month "the labor month", and add

Take all the emotions you've felt over the past eight months, intensify them, and you've got an idea of what you can expect emotionally during month nine.

I'm liking this validation.

Even getting up off the sofa can leave you out of breath.

I should come back to this site frequently.

You may not be able to get comfortable – anywhere.

I feel normal again. Back to work.