Yesterday I wrote a confession, but it was only 2 minutes ago I realized that I never hit "publish." Oops.
It was about cheese, in case you're wondering.
On Monday I spent about $12 on this special fake cheese I love, and mid-morning on Tuesday I found it sitting out on the counter, which makes it a little too risky to eat, which means I'm out $12 and cheese.
Today -at a different store- -one where laundry detergent isn't $14- I totally ran into a woman with my cart. Bumped her right in the butt. Luckily, she was very nice about it, but it's just further proof that running on about 2 hours of sleep just doesn't work well for me.
And the thing is... that 2 hours thing is only about 25% pregnancy related.
I've had this cold for 2 weeks now.
I've personally gone through 6 boxes of kleenex & counting.
It's incredibly difficult to sleep when you can't breathe.
This morning I had a full out meltdown.
I sobbed for at least 30 minutes.
Hubby gave me a blessing before he left for work. For both our sakes I think.
Part of the blessing said that my current trials are preparing me for motherhood.
That made me laugh a little.
Part of being a mom is functioning under extreme exhaustion.
And since that is the case, I welcome it.
Just don't expect too much of me.