Stick a fork in me

With about three weeks to go until my Feb. 6 due date, I’m officially done with being pregnant.

The last few weeks, in particular, have been, well, miserable. My stomach feels like a 100-pound lead weight, my back hurts, I have indigestion when I eat, I pee every two hours (or less) and I can’t possibly get comfortable enough to get a decent night’s sleep.

This baby should feel free to arrive anytime. I’m ready. I realize after she arrives, I’ll still be a physical mess and my lack of sleep won’t be due to frequent bathroom trips but to frequent feedings and diaper changes. But, at least it will be a new stage of discomfort.

After months of planning, worrying, stressing, shopping and preparing for her arrival, I’m just ready for the big day. This last month is definitely tough. I’m beginning to seriously question the sanity of women who choose to go through this multiple times. Their minds must just block out the misery and choose instead to focus on the joys of parenthood.