If It Walks Like A Duck, It Must Be A Duck
How can I not be this impatient when:
* I can’t easily get myself to roll off the bed or couch anymore. Can you picture my 3 year old trying to get a grip of my hand helping me up? Sad.
* I can’t even hold the pee cup at my weekly doctor visits anymore. Last week I managed to drop the whole cup of pee into the toilet because it got too hard for me to reach over and catch more. Urrgh.
* I’ve kept up the house spic and span so many times to get ready for the baby but it only take my 2 boys less than 15 minutes to dishevel a room, and I am exhausted trying to keep up with them so it doesn’t go back to the “disaster state” it was initially in.
* Even falling asleep is hard at nighttime and when I do fall asleep, I have to be back up at least every 45 minutes to pee.
Ok, I can go on forever about complaining…but I am stopping here. No need to depress myself even more. I have only 2 weeks 6 days left that feels like an eternity. My last baby thankfully gave me a relief 4 weeks earlier than his due date. I guess this baby now is way too comfortable inside to even bother. For now I am concentrating on sending out those orders. And for those who have not emailed me their addresses for their well deserved vibes…pls. do. And again, thank you for those that participated in posting my sale, and most especially to those that purchased some goodies.