I am a Vain Asshole

I had a doctors appointment today.

I am 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant and TOTALLY over it.

I left my appointment crying.

I wasn't crying because my BP is borderline high and has been for weeks.

I wasn't crying because I've been a super jerk to everyone I love because of how miserable I am.

I wasn't crying because the doctor brought up induction if my BP isn't better on Wednesday and I'm a psychotic control freak and don't know what that means.

I wasn't crying because I have felt like garbage for the last week and other than BP there really isn't any answer they can give me.

I wasn't crying because I've been to L&D twice in the last week and was sent home both times with nothing more than a, "There's nothing wrong with you."

I wasn't crying because they did an u/s and I got to see our precious baby playing pokey-fingers and her little perfect heart beating away.

No. No tears for something that makes sense.

I was crying because I've gained two pounds since Thursday.

Yup. I. Am. A. Vain. Asshole.