Baby Danny is due today.
I am not feelin' anything.
I am so tired of being pregnant.
I am so anxious to meet my baby.
Mothers Day isn't making me happy this year.
The day started out with an argument over who would get up with Sam. Though I suppose I "won," I ended up not being able to go back to sleep because I was so upset, then gnawing pregnant lady hunger set it and it was no use.
I haven't gotten a Happy Mothers Day from anyone in this house.
I know it's sort of a stupid holiday, but a card or some flowers at least would be nice.
Everything feels tense.
All I want for Mothers Day this year is to meet my baby.
And be able to wear different pants.
It's a beautiful day out but I don't feel like enjoying it.