grumpy.

 I’ve been feeling quite irritable the last few days. My tolerance for people has been a lot lower than it usually is. I’m getting annoyed with Josh’s mom and her keeping me on the phone for nearly 2 hours every single time she calls. I’m tired of listening to her complain about stupid stuff and go on about things she’s ignorant about. She swears I’m going to die during labor because of H1N1. 

I’m tired of hearing how huge I am, how I look like I’m going to pop, how they can’t believe I have x amount of time left, etc.
I’m tired of people asking if Josh is going to be home for the birth. And when I tell them no, having to listen about how webcam is the next best thing. He doesn’t have internet. And, oh well, atleast he can call. Yea. whatever.
I’m tired of the rollercoaster of emotions I am on regarding my relationship with him. One minute I am optimistic and rational about things, and the next I’m just a basketcase of worry and insecurity.
I’m tired of work. (One more week!!)
I’m tired of my pig brother. I am not old enough to be the mother of a 19 yr old little boy who can’t pick up after himself or be bothered to do a damn thing he doesn’t want to do.

I’m going to waste time that I could use being productive by playing a useless game on Facebook. And then maybe I’ll get around to doing a load of laundry and the dishes.