Its just one of those days! I’m 38+5, exhausted, my hips are killing me and I’m still working 60 hours a week.

Part of me is so ready for our baby girl to be here so I can just say screw work, but the other part is hoping she stays in there so I can get more work done!

Also, my husband has been sick for 3 weeks so I can’t even complain about all of my feelings to him. I snapped at him the other night because I was mad that the past couple weeks it hasn’t been all about me, even though it should be! I know I’m being dramatic here.

I just can’t win. Thanks for the vent!