I am tired and cranky - I need a good night's sleep.
Enough of this - "your body is just preparing you for the long road ahead" stuff -
Hopefully baby girl is a
good GREAT sleeper because if I am this tired for the next 18-20 years... a lot of people's lives are going to be very miserable.
Lap swim twice a week is kicking my butt -
and my feet hurt.
Can you say paranoid?!
I have a hard time letting Brian walk the two blocks to the grocery store
without having 5 or 6 horrendous scenarios of his tragic demise running through my mind.
And don't get me started when I'm walking around downtown -
If I have my hand over my belly and am glaring at you suspiciously
don't take it personally, the paranoia has just taken over for a minute.
These feelings are neither fun nor productive.
And apparently I'm horrible at math because third trimester is still a few weeks away -
or does it start this week?!
40/3 or 42/3?