Yesterday was a rough day. Started out nice, had some much with Elise, got a couple things I needed. But then Kenneth and I went to my 36 weeks appt. I was really hoping that I would be dialated. Maybe just one cm. I cried on the way in to target. Kenneth held me and reminded me that Emory needs this extra time and that I'm doing such a great job and his arrival will be here before I know it. I just feel so uncomfortable, tired, fucking HOT, and a little depressed. Life seems so black and white right now. Nothing intrests me. I just want my little baby. This waiting is killing me.