6 Days...

There have been times in my life where six days have seemed like a minute. There have been times in my life where six days seemed like six months. I have a feeling that the next six days of my life are going to feel like six years. I'm due at the hospital next Monday at 5:00am to get ready for a 7:00am c-section. I'm not a fan of medical needles (tattoo and piercing needles are fine.) I don't like the fact that I can't eat or drink anything for about 8 hours starting at midnight that night. I hate the fact that I won't get to see Smasher for a few days. But, I am so ready for this to be over. I am not a gracious pregnant woman by any means. I am mean, cranky and just unpleasent to be around in general. I hate what it does to the body that I'm normally pretty proud of. I resent the fact that I can't go out and do simple chores such as mow the lawn (which is something I LOVE to do) without wanting to collapse from exhaustion. I hate the fact that when I tried to slide into the booth at Chili's the other day, I had to trade sides with The Hubby because I could not fit in because of the size of my stomach. There are so many things I LOATH about being pregnant. I love being a mom, just hate the process of getting there. Oh well, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now and according to my countdown clock, it is 6 days, 13 hours and 45 mins away.

This weekend was great! Didn't get as much done as we had hoped for and both Smasher and I are suffering from allergies, but it was great. More later. The kid has awoken...scary.