Are we there yet?

I've reached the "I've had it" stage of pregnancy.

Paired with a new and improved headcold (now with ExtraPhlegm(tm)), my waddling body, swollen cankles, and restless nights of sleep are leaving me as quite a prize for all who surround me.

The maternity policy at work leaves quite a bit to be desired. I'll have some time off, but I can't and won't walk away from my job. I still have to come back to it when I do return, so I'd rather not leave it a mess and have it get messier.

I've started thinking about labor. I'm not afraid of it, but it's the not the same as, say looking forward to a 2-week vacation in a tropical locale with free fruity rum-laced drinks, if you get my drift.

I'm lactating. My boobs are killing me. I can't sleep on my stomach. My hands are all pins-and-needles. My ass/sciatic area hurts.

Right now as I write this my baby is bonking around. I can't bend in half. I grunt when I bend over.

Sleep is intermittent and filled with bizarre dreams of things that HAVE TO GET DONE so I wake up all charged and check-list oriented.

My house is kind of a mess. But that's always the case toward the end of the week.... cleaning on Saturday will wipe me out, I'm sure.

Last night I went home after almost falling asleep while driving, I went up to bed, and slept from about 6:30 to 6:45 this morning - albeit with plenty of interruptions.

We don't have a name for this kid yet. His room is ready. I need to buy picture frames for some decoration.

Are we there yet?
Is he here yet?