Frustrations

I am in tears sitting in my driveway in the truck and I am so beyond frustrated. I feel like my hard work at the gym is for nothing. The scale hasn't moved. Not a freaking centimeter. My body fat is laughing at me too.

I have so many "poor me" blog posts drafted between shades of postpartum depression, lack of sleep, and being pissed off about my lack of progress. This is just getting ridiculous. Pregnancy is seriously the worst invention ever. Waking up at 4:30 to go to the gym is just as bad.

Edit (after a good cry and a hot shower... and a cup of coffee):
Here's my problem. I have been working really hard at the gym and away from the gym. I've pushed through feeling sick and weak. I've pushed through being completely out of shape. I've lost inches. But none of those positives are making it through my head because of the number on the scale and it is so discouraging. In the past, this is the point where I stop. Completely and utterly give up. How am I going to push past my past and keep going when I don't feel like I'm getting results?

I feel like I've done it all... The "I can't even lift my baby after working out" workouts, the "I can't close the recliner on the couch after working out" workouts, the "I can't stand up off the couch after working out" workouts, the "is my arm still connected to my body?" workouts, the "I feel great until I get home" workouts, the "maybe my pants will fit again after this workout" workouts, etc. Right now, I just feel like it has been for nothing and that is such an unhealthy thought process! Urgh... so frustrated.