I really need to vent, I feel so alone. My boyfriend works from 8am-6pm Tuesday-Friday, 8am-4pm Saturday, 8am-1pm Sunday and thankfully he's off on Mondays. I'm now 1 day passed my due date and I just can't take it anymore, I'm miserable, I sleep all day, cry, and eat, then I crawl back into bed to sleep as much of his work day as possible because I hate being alone. I'm not even alone we like with my grandparents and my mom and brother but I've run out of any type of energy that once existed in me. I'm so afraid that me feeling this way is going to lead into PPD. I've never been this way either, I've never been so sad or depressed, I honestly feel like my son is never going to be born as ridiculous as it sounds but as big and as pregnant as I am for some reason I just feel like it's not real. I really hate that I feel this way I hate having pity for myself. I just keep telling myself it'll be over soon, I dont know what I'm most unhappy about, I'm so excited to have my little boy in my arms, thankfully my midwife won't let me go more than 6 days passed my due date, she'll just induce me at that point but these last few days truly feel like an eternity.