Just an argh! I am huge. Vast. Enormous. I have vice-like Braxton Hicks all the time. The baby's head is down and grinds in my pelvis like a power tool. I can hardly move. I can't get up the stairs without nearly passing out (low blood pressure!). I still have morning sickness. STILL! Almost every night is a torturous exercise in back pain and constantly needing to pee. I feel irrationally angry, as if I have PMT all the time. I also really wish it would stop raining –my children don't want to play outside and I think they have cabin fever. They keep fighting and whining (normally they play really well together!) and I feel like I have steam coming out of my ears!
Someone please remind me that in a few weeks I will be sitting outside in the sun (OK, maybe sun is a bit optimistic) with a cute little baby and 2 lovely children merrily playing, and that I will have lost the urge to run around screaming 
Run? What am I thinking? The best I could manage would probably be rolling.