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.