I have been up with this baby kicking my bladder and my hips screaming. I have been up when my toddler had a nightmare and cried at 3 am. I was up with my preschooler in the wee hours when he was not feeling well and was crying. And needing his momma for the second night. We have an appointment for the doctor this afternoon.

I’m less than 5 weeks from birthing another precious child. I’m tired. I have to get up and be at the hospital for my youngest to have surgery at 7:30 and it’s a two hour drive one way tomorrow. We will Have to be up by 4 am. My husband has had two funerals this week. It’s Easter week and we have egg hunts and church stuff all weekend. I’ve tried to clean and stay on top of stuff. And I just can’t care anymore.

I’m literally begging my toddler to nap early because his brother needs to go to the doctor after last night. And honestly, everyone in this house needs a nap.

My mom is coming to watch the little one so I can take my oldest to the doctor. I always clean before she gets here. My husbands dirty clothes are in the hall. My son’s bed doesn’t even have sheets from where he wasn’t well. And the sink is full of dishes. And my toddler had managed to pull out every single toy in the living room.

I am trying to kill my type A personality. Because I’m fat. I’m pregnant. And I’m exhausted. And church was canceled tonight. I don’t cook on Wednesdays because there is a meal at church. My mom offered cook dinner. And God love her if she can find a clean pot to cook in, I’m gonna let her.

I feel like this pregnancy is taking forever. Anyone else struggling to put one foot in front of the other? Because I’m legit Zombie Mom today. 🧟‍♀️