expired

Today I am 40 weeks and 3 days pregnant. In non-pregnant person terms that means I am overdue. Up until this morning, I was fine with being overdue. I didn't want to have a baby on April Fool's Day, so I was hoping  to be overdue. I was an idiot.
Being pregnant is not easy. I have been minimally dramatic about it (in my opinion). I have also been very lucky in regards to most pregnancies. I think my luck has run out and now I am destined to be pregnant forever. Sophia may celebrate her 5th birthday in my belly. Who knows.
I do know that I am over it. I have long endured this big, uncomfortable, unattractive body. The overly swollen hands and feet. The enormous boobs. The belly. The god damn comments from the oh so supportive people I worked with.
I am not a patient person by nature. I am like things to happen when I want them to, how I want them to. Pregnancy does not subscribe to my way of thinking.
So in conclusion the wonderment is gone. The anticipation is painful. The expiration date on my pregnancy has passed and I am still pregnant.