Last night was the first time, in a long time, that I’ve broken down and felt so defeated. I was in so much pain, my back and hips were so tight and sore. I could barely walk. I got in the shower, and made it as hot as possible. That get amazing. I got out, got dressed. Then sat on my bed and cried. My husband came in and asked what was wrong...he has maybe seen me cry a handful of times in the 8 years we’ve been together. I told him I’m so tired of being in pain, I’m tired of not being able to move and feeing the farthest from myself these past few weeks. He told me to lay in bed and walked away. I’m thinking thanks hun for being sympathetic. He brought me back a cup a tea and my phone for a movie. I woke up today in pain, so I’m not sure how much longer I can do this. I’m 33+4, and hoping and praying I got at 38 weeks.