37 weeks pregnant and exhausted rant

I’m so tired. I am so tired I almost fell asleep driving home from my 37 week check in (it’s a 45 minute drive). This pregnancy has been rough. My husband can’t come to the appointments due to COVID, so I have to go alone. I’m huge and everyone keeps saying I’m huge. I’ve gained 50-60 pounds and I’m only 5’2 so it’s super obvious. I’m measuring two weeks ahead and have a 7 pound baby boy in my belly and he isn’t showing any sign of wanting to leave soon. My depression is getting bad because I can’t get enough sleep, I work 20 hours a week and am a full time college student. We got a puppy who won’t stop shitting on the carpet while my husband is asleep, so I have to pick it up and let me remind you, I’m huge. My nursery isn’t even close to being ready because the changing table, crib, and bassinet are all in my dad’s woodshop half way across the country being finished. This baby is draining all of the life out of me already and I’m terrified I won’t have enough energy to be a good mom to my sweet boy. I know that pregnancy is a blessing and I should be thankful but right now I feel like a zombie. Everyone says the last few weeks are the worst and I feel like they’re right. My son loves to make weird shapes out of my body, here’s him making me look like a cone belly last night.