Let the whining commence.

Just haven't felt like blogging. Haven't felt like moving. Haven't felt like doing anything.

Day: 4,327. Alright, really day 196.
Days Left: 84
Feeling: Like a beached whale. I've felt that way for at least three weeks, and I'm not even that big yet. I'm just getting into the third trimester. I am pretty sure that there is something wrong with one or two ribs, but no one believes me.
Mood: Ah, I'd say a 7 out of 10 lately. I've been very whiney lately, partly because of my ribs hurting and just feeling icky in general, and partly because I've been very lonely. My H is out getting his last kicks in before the baby (which I totally support... I have never been one of those wives that won't let my husband out of the house), but for some reason, I really just want him around. It's an odd feeling for me, because I am normally fine with being alone, I don't mind it at all, but I just can't get enough of him lately. Even when he's irritating me.
Recent Cravings: I might cut someone for a ham sandwich. I think that's just because it's that thing that I can't have though... :::drool:::
Just Noticed: I'm hungry, but nervous to eat. Morning sickness has been rearing it's ugly head the last few days. Apparently, it's common for it to come back. Sweet. Just add it to the list.

So, in all honesty, I'm pretty much over being pregnant. I feel really horrible saying that, but it's true. I know how lucky I am (I worked for this!) and I know that I wanted it, but have just had enough. Never in my life have I been more uncomfortable, clothes are just unflattering and gross looking, and I still have no "glow". I'm not saying this is enough to make me not want to do it again; I'm sure that I'll forget all about this when I have my child in my arms, but man, it's just not all it's cracked up to be.

And I know that I've been fairly lucky. I haven't had to go to the hospital for anything, I didn't miscarry my child, everything is progressing normally, I haven't had any huge huge freakouts or horrific side effects... looking at all that, I'd say a busted rib isn't really that bad.

Alright, whining over.