I've entered the recluse stage

You may notice I haven't updated recently. I don't want to post on the blog, I don't want to be on Facebook, I don't want to answer the phone, I don't want to text message. I don't want to leave my house. I don't want to see any one. I don't want to talk to any one.
I'm tired of people reminding me that I'm still pregnant when they see me. (Uh, no shit.)
I'm tired of people stopping by my office just to announce that "you're still here?!" (Again, no shit, I cried my way through getting ready this morning so I don't need the reminder.)
I'm tired of people asking me how I'm feeling. (I'm damn near 10 months pregnant, how do you think I'm feeling?)
I'm tired of people checking to make sure I haven't had the baby yet and then reminding me to keep them updated. (Believe me, when this kid finally comes out, I'll be shouting from the rooftops.)
I'm tired of people telling me to be patient and it's almost over, especially people that have a. either never been pregnant or b. were pregnant so long ago, they recount their child's birth by telling me who was president at the time.
I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. My back aches. My hips hurt. I can't take a deep breath. My digestive system can't decided what direction it wants to go, but it wants to keep everything out of my body as soon as it goes in. My stomach feels like it's splitting like an overripe watermelon. I'm an emotional basketcase and I have at least one crying fit a day.
So, I would recommend avoiding me like the plague; odds are I will either start yelling or crying if you try talking to me.