I'm sick of losing some of my dinner a full four hours after eating, just because I decided it might finally be safe to drink some water.
I'm sick of being thirsty because it can bring food up hours later, a little at a time. I'm sick of being hungry and unable to eat my fill for fear of acid reflux.
I'm sick of feeling sore every time I turn over in bed or get up to pee.
I'm sick of peeing at least every hour during the night.
I'm sick of feeling my skin tear (yes, once the skin has stretched enough it becomes sensitive and I can now feel additional tearing).
Yes, I love my baby already. And yes, I know it will all be worth it. Right now though, I am miserable. I'm also aware that this is my last chance to enjoy sleep. However, I know I will be happier once I meet the little guy. It isn't like I didn't pull all nighters during finals week all throughout college. And my baby boy is so much more exciting than finals.