I. Am. Miserable.

Figured I should update everyone on our status around the Chance household. It can all be summed up with one word; MISERY. That's pretty much my fault. I've never hidden the truth before--I do NOT like being pregnant. Nothing about it really appeals to me, except the wonderful baby I get out of the deal. I do like that part ;)

With that being said, this pregnancy is winding down and I am in the last horrible phases--huge swollen feet and hands (even my lips look like I've had collagen injections...like Angelina scary injections), constant back aches (baby has dropped...which is AWESOME because it means we are getting close...but it also means all that baby weight is now pressing on my lower spine...fun!!), massive indigestion (at this point, if I LOOK at food, I get instant heartburn), leg cramps, sheer exhaustion, slight depression from being so crazy big (I have NEVER weighed this much during pregnancy), major depression from being unable to do anything for myself without aches and pains, and the list goes on and on and on...Oh, and I am completely emotionally unstable. I find myself crying at the weirdest things--and my emotions veer out of control in SECONDS. I snap quickly and then instantly regret it, but can't seem to stop myself from biting the heads off of anyone and everyone. It's probably best if you just avoid me until my psychosis has passed...

I am a whiner by nature. I love to gripe and moan about things. But in this instance, I would gladly give away all my aches and pains in exchange for nothing to bitch about. GLADLY.

I think my family is considering voting me off the island...they are all sick of me and my drama, too. Yesterday Lucas announced he just wasn't going to talk to me anymore until I was nice again. Uh oh. That may be a while...and it's only going to get worse if I continue to get bigger, if the baby continues to stretch and kick me (for my Twihard friends, I feel like I have Renesmee growing inside me!), and if I continue to have raging insomnia (you guys know how much I cherish my sleep).

At least there is an end in sight. I know in just a few days, this baby will arrive and I will have my body back. I'll be able to tie my own shoes and actually dry my legs when I get out of the shower...ahhh, bliss. But until that time, I am pretty much confining myself to the house and as little interaction with others as possible...which is probably for the best.