I'm 5 and half weeks from delivering this kid. My ankles are swollen. My eyes hurt. I'm sick of being in these dress clothes and feel like this makeup weighs a thousand pounds. And I want out of this stupid bra. I'm exhausted. Completely exhausted. 

Came home to a cranky toddler who is up way too late and because he's so wrung, he's fighting sleep. And my MIL decides she's coming to visit so she can see my husband. His birthday is tomorrow and so is my baby shower. She was supposed to be here earlier. But didn't work out. 

Now, she's occupying the house at quater to 10. I NEED HER TO GET OUT. Go to her hotel

And see us tomorrow. I'm not her favorite. And the feeling is pretty mutual. I can't get to my laundry room to wash clothes. Can't get out of these clothes I need to wash bc I want to wear this shirt to the shower tomorrow. 

I certainly can't walk around in no bra and a tank top bc I'm burning up. 

I realize she got a late start and arrived 4 hours later than planned. But she knew today was huge for us and now, if I don't get pressure off my back and my feet up, I'm not gonna be able to enjoy or waddled through my shower. Everything has been about the interviews. Getting the job. But it's my turn. And I seriously need her to go home and we will see her tomorrow.

But can I say anything? No bc she drove all this way. And I can't handle WW3. I text my husband and was like wrap it up and see her in the morning. I've got crap to do and I need access to my house! I need to get undressed and be able to move about the place without being judeged. 

Go Away. It's 10 pm. My toddler is tired. I'm exhausted. Time to go. 

UPDATE: My MIL finally left. She took my son and husband to breakfast this morning. (I wasn't really invited which is fine. Whatever.

She was gonna come to the shower this afternoon.) But she told my husband she doesn't feel great so she's going back to Atlanta. Like the full ride. She didn't even stay 24 hours. Not gonna come to the shower. I looked at my husband and was like "Really, she was well enough take y'all out to eat?" Oh well. My momma will be there. Told my husband I'm sorry she doesn't like me. But I am his wife and carrying her second grandchild. And the mother of her first grandchild. I love her. I wish we could have a good relationship. She also commented that this new job would mean being closer to my family and not her. As if we can control where jobs open up...I'm trying not to be hormonal about the whole thing, but it's felt like a slap in my face. So thankful my momma is coming and my parents are so close with my spouse.