This is the part where I complain

Ok, I'm 37 weeks and officially full term. This baby needs to come out! I've had a pretty uneventful pregnancy, so I haven't complained (too much). Of course, ask John and he'll probably tell you a different story. However, this is getting ridiculous. I can't walk. My pelvis pops everytime I move. My crotch is about to split in half. John has to pull me out of bed. My feet are swollen. John likes to make shapes with my swollen skin. I've gained 36 lbs and I'm tired of being a big fat fatty pants. Speaking of pants, I've given them up. I have two dresses that I think I'll be rotating from here on out. The next step is a moo moo, not to be confused with a duster (though that would work too). I'm tired of having to pee every time I sit down or stand up or move in any way. I had a dream the other night that all of my friends or family who are pregnant (and some who aren't even pregnant) had their babies and I was still pregnant. It seems like I'll be pregnant forever. That's not possible, is it? I haven't had a full night's sleep in about 2 months or more. I realize that I probably won't have a full night's sleep for at least another year, but oh to be able to sleep on my stomach again. Sigh..... I keep reminding myself that it's all worth it. I will give birth to a beautiful baby girl who will one day make a difference in the world. Of course, if she doesn't, she's in for a lifetime of guilt trips from her loving mother. Oh, the joys of parenthood!!