It's not even that I'm tired of being pregnant. I'm just tired of going to the doctor. It's a once a week, half my day down the drain, festival of not getting anything done except wrangling the children around a small waiting room and avoiding the loss of either one of them. Sure, I understand that complications can crop up in the last month, but I don't understand why I have to wait two hours for an appointment to basically confirm that I still have a baby in my belly.
Doctor: How are you feeling?
Doctor: Have you started drinking, smoking, or doing crack cocaine in the past week?
Doctor: And I see here you are gaining weight.
Me: Thanks for mentioning it.
Doctor: And your children still seem to enjoy chewing on the chairs in the waiting room.
Me: They do keep busy.
Me: So.....could you make up some lab work or something, so that I don't feel like I wasted my day? K thanks.
I'm going to bring my laundry next time and fold it while I wait. Maybe they will get me in faster.
*Note: peak writing hours and peak editing hours do not coincide. Once I decide on some hours when I feel like putting forth an effort in the grammar and spelling department you'll know.