Cue sad violins…
I’ve written before about how I love being pregnant. And I do. And I will certainly miss it in a month when I no longer am.
Oh my word, being pregnant kicked my butt today.
First of all, I am a lot bigger (and feel like I am getting bigger by the day) than I was the first time around. Little Peanut Grayson measured weeks behind my whole third trimester. I never got that “get this thing OUT of me I am so uncomfortable” feeling. I’m not quite there, but umm…so this is what it feels like to be huge, tired and yes, UNCOMFORTABLE. Seriously, I would give anything for a night’s sleep on my stomach without waking up 42 times to go to the bathroom.
And my patience is ZERO. I’m blaming the hormones, because otherwise, I would qualify myself as World’s Worst Mother today. I honestly cannot remember a day in Grayson’s life where he drove me this insane. I told him I was going to sell him to the circus. And it’s not like he was any different today than any other day- waking up way too early, whining, whining, whining, refusing to nap except for 30 minutes in the arms of my friend at our PLAYdate (and then proceeded to scream while he wasn’t sleeping). And carrying his awkward, stiff little body everywhere is starting to hurt. Sigh. Praise the Lord for his 6:00 pm bedtime- it didn’t come soon enough tonight!
And I’m going to have TWO of these little rascals? Oy.
But it will be ok. Right? RIGHT?
The Pioneer Woman cinnamon rolls I ate for dinner (don’t judge) helped a little (thanks MIL). And sneaking in on this little dude while he sleeps-well, he’s definitely worth days like this.