Ahhhh, endless labor

Now that I'm off bedrest, we begin the familiar pattern. And I've decided why this happens to me. As with 95% of the the trials in my life, this revolves around teaching me to be more patient. And I have yet to learn how to. I try. Really I do. I just have a hard time waiting for something to happen once I've decided I'm ready for it. And particularly like now, when I'm so excruciatingly uncomfortable - can't draw a full breath, my whole body aches from bedrest and just being big and pregnant, the contractions never stop and are definitely hurting now, lots of pressure down low, I can't sleep well, I'm anxious about when this baby will come (will I have much time? will the kids be at school? middle of the night? how will we get everyone where they need to go?), plus Mace's birthday is looming and he's so very very excited I just can't tell him "sorry, no party this year. We're having a baby."

And I know I'm supposed to be able to just relax and let this happen as it should. Go about my routine and let nature take its course. Oh yeah - that'll happen.