Frustrations

39 weeks and 2 days.

This isn't fun anymore.
It stopped being fun a long time ago.
Ok, honestly?  It was never fun.
Also I would like to live alone until the baby arrives.
Any chance of that happening?
Still throwing up.  Nine months and counting, now.

Additions to the list of fun symptoms now include swelling.  Feet, legs, ankles...

My cats, or possibly just one cat, I can't tell, has started having poop streaked with a little blood.  I don't know which cat.  I can't tell if anything is wrong at all because they're both completely healthy looking, eating and drinking, running around and being perfectly normal - except that one of them, or maybe both, has started pooping blood.  I can't afford this right now.  My mother and I brainstormed and decided maybe it was a recent food change - we're going to return to their previous food and see if that does anything.

Nothing I own fits anymore.  Not even my housecoat.  I'm serious.

Tomorrow I go to church and get to...
dodge the belly rubbers, the people who oh-so-wittily say "haven't had that baby yet?", the people who comment on how tired/grumpy/stressed I look, those who point and stare and those who comment when I put sugar in my coffee.

Then I get to come home and, apparently, clean my oven.

Samuel has been 'going to sleep' for going on just over an hour now. If I have to nurse him again this evening I may change my name and leave town.