I've reached the point of being uncomfortable...

...And I'm not being very gracious about it. Take last night for example.

Me: Whine, moan.
Dallas: What's wrong?
Me: I'm real pregnant!

~10 minutes later~

Me: Whine, complain.
Dallas: Whatcha need?
Me: Chocolate chip pancakes with strawberry syrup!
Dallas: Ok, we can do that.
Me: No! It's cold and dark outside!
Dallas: O... K...

~10 minutes later~

Me: Sigh, whine.
Dallas: Yes?
Me: Complain, whine.
Dallas: Use your words, punkin.
Me: I'm real pregnant and real uncomfortable!
Dallas: *pats Amy*

~10 minutes later~

Me: *sigh* I guess I'll get in the tub to ease all these aches and pains. *waits for show of sympathy*
Dallas: Ok, love, I'll be right here.
Me: *grumbles on the way to the tub*

~30 minutes later~

Me: I'm out of the tub! Have you seen this thing lately? *points to belly* I'm at max capacity!
Dallas: You don't have too much longer to go...
Me: *snorts* Easy for you to say!

~10 minutes later~

Me: Whine, sigh. That's it. I'm going to lay down with my book.
Dallas: OK punkin.
Me: *grumbles on the way to the bedroom*

~10 minutes later~

Me: Whines and moans to myself.
Me: DAL-LAS!!
Dallas: Yeah?
Me: Will you rub my back, please? *bats eyelashes*
Dallas: *rubs Amy's back*

~10 minutes later~

Me: Snoring.

~4:00 am~

Dallas: Gets called into work, and doesn't even complain at all, as per usual.

Amy: Grumbles and whines about the disruption, not being able to get comfortable again, and Toby's insistence that he sleep directly on top of me.

Dallas: Gives Amy a smooch, tells me he loves me.

Amy: Is reminded yet again how blessed I am to have my boy, my soon-to-be boy, and even my puppy boy, and vows to whine about all of it less.

~6:30 am, alarm goes off~

Amy: Grumble, complain.

OH WHOOPS!