Emotional wreck...

26w3d and completely broke down last night.. I’ve been having trouble sleeping anyway but it’s not been this bad before. I woke up at 2 with horrendous acid reflux, sat in a recliner and slept sitting up for a couple of hours. I had fallen asleep initially at about 1am. So here it is 4am now and the acid reflux is still there.. slowly starts going away. Then I get super hungry about 5.. I’m wide awake.. have been.. so I eat, thinking I’m going to get full and can go get in bed and get warm and comfy, cuddled up to my husband and fall asleep. Nope. Still wide awake. I’m utterly exhausted. I’ve been cleaning for days on end and I mean the nesting kinda deep clean.. I’m sore and worn out and not sleeping well. I’m also going on to an Occupational Therapist today for my son to find out what they think is going on (sensory processing disorder and potentially something else.. he’s deaf also, has been since he was 3 days old) so I’m a little worried about that but honestly, not all that much. We’ve adjusted our lives as it is to make his life easier, we’re just gunna do the same thing again. Baby girl was swimming around and doing flips and kicking the absolute CRAP out of me.. I couldn’t get her to settle down for anything.. I walked around the house which hurt more than helped because I’m pretty positive that I pulled every muscle in my groin area yesterday when I carried my lab’s giant metal kennel outside. I finally gave up and wide awake went to go lay in bed at 6:35. Tossed, turned, tried to wedge a blanket under my bump to support it so that it would stop pulling.. nothing worked.. I woke up my husband unintentionally.. and about 7am, I start bawling. I mean, full on ugly crying. He asked me what was wrong and I was like, “I just wanna sleep. I can’t. I’m so exhausted, I can’t get comfortable, she won’t settle down, I need a shower, I am so so so tired! I just want to sleep!!!” He looks at me all confused and says, “I’m sorry, baby.” ... I said, “it’s not your fault, I’m sorry I woke you up. I’ve gotta go in the other room, I can’t get ahold of myself.” And I’ve been in the guest room ever since. Slept about 30 more minutes, sitting up in the recliner again.. everything hurts.. I sat here at 7, bawling my eyes out and thinking, “you’re insane. You are insane. What are you even crying about? This is what crazy people do. You’re nuts. Stop crying. My God, I can’t.” I feel crazy... I’m at least not sad now.. but I’m still exhausted. And starving.. and I’ve GOT to take a shower.. and have to leave in an hour. Ahhhhh!!! Yeah.. I’m a train wreck!