The only reasons I left the house was to pick The B Man up from school and return a DVD from the library, all in one trip.
I showered late and didn’t eat very much. There’s not that much room left.
My body is tired and big and crampy and hormonal and yes, there was some crying.
Tim came home later than usual and although the boys were being pretty good, I needed a break from them and their constant energetic selves.
Dinner was one of those frozen casseroles, popped in the oven. All I had to do was hit a few buttons and open and close the door.
I’m running out of steam.
Is this a pity party? Maybe, but not really meant to be. Just the facts.
I’m so ready and a little sorry to be wishing my life away… but I am. Baby day just can’t get here fast enough…