I’m carrying your child, through the most uncomfortable, miserable pregnancy I’ve experienced, and you can’t have sex with me. Seriously? It’s almost over, the doctor said it would help start labor and bring our daughter into this world, while ending my personal hell of carrying her, and you always have some excuse! Please, please just suck it up and get the job done. You make me feel like a disgusting pig even though I’m 40 weeks and all belly. Yes, you’re tired after work. I’m tired after chasing two kids all day while in some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. If only you knew my pain tolerance, you would know me crying means, not only some pain, but enough that it would cripple a normal person. All you have to do is close your eyes, pretend I’m Pam Anderson, and get it done to end all this for me. And you won’t. I love you, but I want so badly to beat the sh+t out of you.