23w1d: Hormonal Abyss, or Post Where I Continue Complaining

Well, the precious Wiblet is a little over a pound now, and about 11 inches in length. We scheduled a 3d/4d ultrasound in July so that is exciting!!! Plans for my shower seem to be coming together as well. It's not ALL bad, I promise!!!

I am bone tired. I try to tell myself that this is nothing compared to what it will be like when the baby is actually here, but obviously that is cold comfort.

I am swollen. This has been going on since week 17. My feet and ankles are literally the size of cantaloupes at the end of the day. I can't feel my toes, and it hurts to walk.

I am SWEATY! Since it is approximately 5,000 degrees here there is no relief. I sweat at work, at home, and even in the freaking pool! I hate, hate, hate being hot.

I have carpal tunnel. The only cure for it is delivery. I can't feel my left hand. Oh, and I work in a job where I have to type ALL DAY LONG!!!

I just want to cry and/or scream pretty much all day long. I feel incredibly unstable...like I am possessed. The hormonal part is probably the worst because it reaffirms how little control I have over everything with my body right now. Everything is pissing me off. I hate my job. I'm sick of living with my FIL. I'm sick of being alone all damn day. I'm sick of not having any friends here. I'm sick of feeling like the odd man out since I am pregnant. I want a freaking cocktail!!!!! I want a hot bath!!! I want lunch meat, sushi, hot dogs, and Diet Coke!!!!! I miss my husband. I want to stop thinking that the baby's dead every single hour. I want to take my anxiety meds again.