And the bell tolled

I'm so heavy. I lost my ability to reach out for things two days ago. I am now officially "over it" and I never thought I'd get to this point. Silly me assumed I'd just sail on into labour, grateful as all get-out.

But no. It would appear I am only human after all.

How do I know this? I cried this morning when I dropped the soap in the shower. I cried because it meant I'd have to bend over and pick it up. Why did I cry? Because I felt sorry for myself. And because I couldn't believe how hard it is to pick up a freaking bar of soap.

Kill me.