Longest... Wait... Ever...

My due date is actually a week from tomorrow. And as scary as that is I am more than ready not to be pregnant anymore. I can't bend over and pick things up, I can't squeeze between seats at restaurants, I can't sleep lying down, I can't fit into any shoes but flipflops. This is pretty much the most uncomfortable experience of my life and the thought of experiencing labor doesn't even bother me anymore because at least I'll know it's almost over. So you can imagine how I felt when I went to see the doctor last week and she told me I could very well go another week past my due date! The baby hasn't dropped and I've barely dilated so it looks like he might need a little more time before he's ready to come out. I think I cried for half an hour after leaving the doctor's office. I'm really not a wimp but I'm so ready to be done with this part and go on to the part where I freak out about breastfeeding and dirty diapers and sleep deprivation. Because at least then the heartburn will go away.