And so, we wait...

This is the stupidest game ever. Who chooses to play the waiting game? In my opinion, it's like Monopoly, only worse and longer. For a person who insists on completion (I can't stop reading mid-chapter before bed...I must get to a stopping point no matter how tired I am), a game that seems to be never ending is like torture.
So we went to the doctor yesterday. I had everything packed and ready to go, including daily items for when he said, "Okay, go grab your stuff; we're going on down to labor and delivery." But, instead he said, "Oh, you're only at 1 1/2 centimeters and 75% effaced." WHAT?? I felt like Faith Hill at the announcement of Carrie Underwood as Female Entertainer of the Year. This is ridiculous. I feel so close and so ready, but still nothing is happening. Why do bodies act this way? Why do some people (who aren't due until three weeks after me) already get 3 cm and 80% effaced? Is this some cruel joke? I KNOW it's all in His timing...but honestly, that just isn't a very comforting thought right now, sad but true.
What makes it worse? I am sitting at home, bored and lonely. No amount of thank you cards and laundry can fill this void... AAGGHHH!!!