So, we now wait...and wait....and wait....

This waiting game is starting to get me down. I am now 35 weeks, I know- not ready yet, but soon... This is the part of pregnancy where you don't look cute anymore- you have contractions all the time, you dream about 12 lb babies and labor, and you can't fit in your maternity clothes any longer. My bladder is squished, along with my lungs- and I waddle like a duck. I don't know if it is because I have been banned by my doctor to not go home until Ryan is born, or maybe the fact of missing Christmas in Austin is making me a little blue. Sure, I put up the tree- wrapped gifts, and planned some fun outings for us, but the fact of the matter is that I want to spend Christmas with my family and this year, I can't. 

Could this be pregnancy hormones again? Possibly. I pride myself on being jolly- I could be related to the guy in red (ya know), but with all of the stuff that needs to be taken care of (insurance, sub plans, maternity leave) I am a little overwhelmed and can't really talk about it to anyone. Ya, I have Richard and he is wonderful, but it's the little things that I have to take care of as the "mom" and he can't help with. 

Has anyone felt this right around the 35th week? Am I just being a baby? ;)