So this is how I feel most of the time:
Except that walrus can lay on it's back and now I'm jealous of it.
I am having a delightful time dealing with pelvic girdle pain (or SPD whatever you want to call it), insomnia and restless legs, fatigue from not sleeping, swollen feet, and hormones. My undercarriage is already wrecked and I haven't even started pushing. I'm done. Today is another doctor's appointment. I am trying to rationalize begging for an induction based on my own discomfort over the physical need of having this child inside longer.
I have tried some of the things to "start" labor. The thing is, I've been having contractions for a little over 2 weeks now. Last week, I wasn't dilated but according to my doctor my cervix is "soft and starting to thin!" Fuck you lady with your hand in my vagina.
DH will not let me buy a trampoline to jump this baby out. Mostly because I'm extremely clumsy and would probably break my neck, but also because I'm pretty sure he's reveling in my misery. This is what I'm telling myself.
So yeah. I'm over all of this. Nursery still isn't done (but seriously, fuck it). We finally have a name (we think). Everything else is pretty much ready. I am googling "at home c-section" and "can I make homemade Pitocin" for this weekend.