I was enjoying being pregnant up until this point. I feel like it flew by and now that I am at the 35 week mark, time seems to want to crawl. I'm done with the swelling. I'm done with being weighed every time I go to the Dr and getting depressed about another pound being gained (I know it's all mostly fluids and baby, but it is hard to wrap your brain around when this is the heaviest you've weighed). I'm done feeling like a whale. If my baby girl has cooked long enough at 38 or 39 weeks I won't complain if she decides to make her entrance. Is anyone else feeling this way?