Waiting, waiting, waiting

Waiting for the pizza, waiting to go out, waiting for a baby. Which is worse? I sort of enjoy being pregnant, but I'm ready to go on to the next aspect of having a baby. I wouldn't mind skipping the pain of birth, but I'm not that person who takes an epidural. I understand if your birthing experience has been hours and hours of tortuous pain, or if you don't have much of a threshold for pain, but I am not that person. Even though I tend to complain a lot about being sick at times, I am pretty good with extreme pain apparently. Don't get me wrong, I suffer and I will let you know about it, but I usually don't end up taking all the heavy duty pain pills you are given after surgery, etc. I wouldn't be a good junkie, I don't think. I get nauseous from too much pain medication, and that almost seems worse.

So, just waiting for a day of pretty excruciating pain, and a bundle of love at the end. I'm so ready for that day, and completely and utterly unprepared. I am better off waiting for the pizza to get here, at least I know that will be here within the hour.