I may just be growing increasingly impatient, but along with that is coming irritability. I am becoming annoyed with others telling me how I feel. I want to say "excuse me, but are you the one carrying around this basketball with you, trying to sleep with it, function with it and move it so it doesn't push on your bladder so hard that you just walk around peeing on the floor all day?"
but i don't say any of the above things, because although most of these people had their kids 30 years ago, they seem to remember and know "exactly" how I feel, and are just trying to offer their words of advice and encouragement.
Lately I seem to have this exact conversation about 27 times per day.
Person: "Oh wow.. Look at you, when are you due?"
Me: "12 days, August 7th" (or some variety of that)
Person: "You look so ..." (fill in blank here- great, huge, tiny, like you've dropped, not dropped and many other responses of that variety)
Me: "Thanks... I feel really good, just getting excited"
Person: "So, do you know what you are having"
Me: "No, we decided not to find out, we wanted the surprise"
Person: "Good for you!" (everyone says that, who determined it was "not good" to find out the gender?)
Person: "Do you have names picked out?"
Me: "Not yet, we are still deciding" (even if we did, would i want to tell you? you are a stranger)
Person: "Well you should probably decide on one, the baby is almost here"
Me: (Thinking: wow, what a great idea, i didn't think that my baby should have a name) but saying "yeah, you're right. We really do need to decide"
and then that happens over and over... I should just wear a sign with the above dialouge.
I know this may sound a little rude and I know people only ask because they care and love babies, but I only have 12 days left (ok, probably more) and I feel like venting, so I vent. Yesterday I felt like ice cream, so I ate ice cream!
Yesterday I did about 4 loads of "baby laundry" and got all the sheets, covers, 
