OK, normally I hate sports. All sports. Why have sports? But I LOVE the Olympics!  From the opening to the closing ceremonies, I love the Olympics.  This Olympics’ opening ceremonies were really beautiful this year.  And so far I’ve been able to watch Mike Phelps win one gold, plus a bunch of other qualifying heats for gymnastics, swimming, basketball, sculls, fencing, etc etc. I LOVE THE OLYMPICS!

That’s what I get from the doctors. “Could be the next few days, or it could be several more weeks.” I don’t like that. Either say, “I don’t know.” or give me something more concrete. I’m so frustrated, I’m tempted to do little to no doctors next time. What does it matter if they don’t know?

I’m ready to have this baby born. I’ve really become physically uncomfortable the last few weeks and no one cares, because “everyone always feels that way.” Jason has relagated me to “couch potato status”, even though that now at 36 weeks, it doesn’t matter if the baby comes now or not, it would be ok.  And sitting is uncomfortable, even. It’s just hard to even breathe. But I keep getting the “stop whining” vibe from anyone I say anything to, so I try to not say too much. People ask and “I’m fine. Feeling good.”  I just wish the baby would come already.  I feel huge.