Had a bad night two nights ago.

That's an understatement. I got up around 3 to pee...no surprise there! And when I got back into bed, I just started crying. Now, for those that don't know me, I'm not the type of girl to just cry. I'm really not much of a crier and I usually have a good reason to cry if I'm going to cry. So anyway, there I am, 3 a.m., and I'm bawling. I'm trying to be quiet because I don't want to wake up Brian. Well, he wakes up and asks me what's wrong. I say I don't know. I'm just crying. Then I start saying things like:
"I'm done."
"I can't do this anymore."
"Why, everytime I have to pee, does it have to be like moving Mount Everest?"
"Why is it that everytime I move or turn over it is a huge feat?"
"I want to sleep on my stomach."
"Why won't this baby just come out?"
"I don't think I can do this."

Poor Brian. He is so good to me. He just sat up with me and said, you can do this. You have to. You will make it; it's only a few more days. It took a while to settle me down. Then I felt so bad for him because he had to work at 9 and he'd been up with crying-pants me! I ended up with a NASTY migraine yesterday. I don't know why. I haven't had much in the way of headaches throughout the pregnancy, but yesterday was unbelievable. Anyway, that was my pity me day. Today I'm making a bunch of food to put in the freezer for after baby arrives. I'm over the self pitying, but I still wish I had a baby here!

Here's to a day of cooking and a BBQ to top off my birthday today!