Having a bit of a melancholy day today.
Thinking about how fast the boys are growing and am sad about it, but at the same time have very little patience with them. Sigh...
Tired of the boys getting sick every other week. Or every week. I've not been sick. Quinn has not been sick. Which I'm thankful for.
I think there's something important leaking from the van. So saith the man. I really don't think anything about the van unless the air conditioner is not working as fast as I want it to or I'm broken down by the side of the road.
Feeling chubby. Blah, blah, I know I'm pregnant, but I have a bit of complex. The weight gain is driving me nuts. It's not helpful that I can no longer keep up the four mile trek I was doing. The Braxton Hicks get quite annoying after a bit.
I miss my friends in Birmingham and friends here. I feel like a hermit lately. And I'm terrified to go anywhere significant because I'm afraid I'll throw up (last trimester nausea has come).
I had to drop Christmas choir (which I adore) because it ran too late and I would fall asleep or simply not show up because I had conked out on the couch at 7pm.
I miss my mom and my sister. They'll both come sometime when the baby is born, but I miss them anyway.
I need to clean my house and must muster up the energy to do this, but it's so daunting.
The children are bickering. Sigh...
I don't like days like today. I feel like I've been on the verge of tears all day.
Sorry for the downer folks. It'll get better. I know.