progress of no sort

I know these next few hundred words are going to sound like nothing more than pent up bitterness, but I must express what's going on inside my head.
Here I am, 39 weeks pregnant, with no sign of labor in the near future. I know how unrealistic it is to say this because she must come out eventually, but it seems everyone else around me is having such good luck when it comes to this whole laboring process...and the good 'ole "prelabor signs". Everything I've read says that I should be having Braxton Hicks contractions, dilation to some extent and the whole "lightening" thing when the baby drops down into your pelvis. Well, guess what, Tia is experiencing NONE of the above. NONE! Actually, Tia has hips that are too narrow and the baby may not even fit down there to begin with. Greeeeeat. FYI, I am by no means upset with my unborn child, just mad at everyone else who feel the need to call and tell me about how their doctor's appointments are going. I'm beginning to think it's all a conspiracy. They know I'm not going to have any news so they must call and give me theirs. It must be pure pleasure. I'm to the point of misery and here are all these people around me who aren't even as close to their due date as me and "their doctor thinks they might have their baby early". Bah. So irritating. I'm not sure why I am experiencing such rage over this but I just want her out. My body feels like it's dying. I guess this is what I get for having such a simple and easy pregnancy up to this point.
I'll be quiet now and be thankful for my Yo Crunch yogurt with granola.