So freaking ready

This is more of a rant I have to get off of my chest. While hubby works all day I'm left with my 19 month old. Most days he's an angel but days like today just grate my nerves. I'm on bed rest because of contractions and back spasms. I literally am hunched over like Igor because walking is super painful. Today my son was into EVERYTHING. Climbing on things, falling off of things, pulling bed sheets and blankets off of his brothers bed and my bed. He kept kicking me in the stomach every chance he got. I'd tell him no and try to distract him but then he just hits my stomach. Throwing all clean clothes out of the basket and unfolding all the ones I have just folded. Playing in the toilet water while I washed my hands. Spit ALL the food I have fed him back out at me. Pulled the cats tail so she scratched his arm real good. He wouldn't let me change his poopy diaper and fought me, kicked me in the stomach, every time and got poop on me once, on the bed once, on the blanket another... All while my back feels like it's about to snap in had because flexeril is no longer working for me and I'm almost 35 weeks along breathing super heavy because he is slam wearing me out. Hubby calls and says he won't be home on time because a client walked in last minute (he sells cars). I'm holding back tears while he tells me this. I tried to get people to come help me throughout the day and everyone is either working or out of town. I'm shaking. Maybe he wasn't feeling well so I took his temp and it was normal 97.8. I thought I finally got him calmed down and put him in the bed. That was a whole other fight. He is now screaming at the top of his lungs. I just want to cry. I'm so ready to not be pregnant anymore, not be in pain, I feel like a failure as a mother because of how overwhelmed I was today and how much pain I've been in the last week. I keep telling myself he's just a baby. He isn't always going to listen. He's going to have off days. Today was just an off day. Tomorrow will be better. I get to see my high risk dr and get another ultrasound. I get to go to PT for my hip. I get to see my OB and see if I'm progressing at all. I just need to breathe. And my hubby totally forgot to bring me my quesadilla and pico de gallo that I've been begging for all day for him to get once he got off since he has the car... I just want to cry. A good cry never hurt anyone. I can get my quesadilla tomorrow. I'm just so ready to not be hormonal, not get sick when I eat things I don't crave, and just over all ready to have my baby girl already 😭😭😭