Trying to survive

Mia
Man... I am tired. I am tired of hurting, tired of creeping around slowly because I can't move. Tired of sleeplessness. Tired of being tired. Tired of looking like a Goodyear blimp with tiger stripes. 
It's just time to have her. I have, at the most, 2 weeks left, but these weeks will feel like an eternity if this sort of pain continues. My daughter, my very first girl, is giving me hell before her arrival. I can only guess how her labor will go. 
I've been in established prodromal labor for several days now, and today the contractions actually cause a lot of pressure and some pain in my back and legs. She's occiput posterior, so apparently that is expected. I wonder if she'll flip. She's been very comfy in this position though, so maybe not. Even tips from spinningbabies.com haven't helped. The most I get is that she simply relaxes on my right, back to my side and facing left. Sigh. This pregnancy feels so much longer than my others, but then again, it's also my first winter birth. I hate winter, so that might contribute to my negativity these last weeks. 
On the bright side, she seems healthy and growing right on target for age. In the end, that is all that matters. The pain will be forgotten shortly after I see her little face, and all the stress and pains will melt away. Mamas who are tired and close to birth, we're almost there. So close.