If you don't want to hear me whine about being pregnant, I recommend reading elsewhere. Okay? Okay.
The DSM informs me that I am not depressed (well, that I am not having a Major Depressive Episode) because "the symptoms (are) due to a general medical condition." Nonetheless, I am sitting on my couch ready to cry at the thought of being pregnant for three more weeks.
I am in pain all the time, I lose patience with my children (generally when the little one does something annoying and the big one causes him serious bodily harm) and am not as kind to Bug as I probably should be even when I'm really, really angry with him. Friday night's incident involved an "is there a corneal abrasion?" triage call. Tatoe, in response, has developed a fine I'm-being-murdered cry that is guaranteed to bring a parent running.
Meanwhile, I am still having very uncomfortable but not baby-causing contractions every 10-15 minutes with NO DAMN BABY to show for it.