Okay so I’m feel really guilty, but I’m sick of being pregnant. 3 weeks plus left and I’m over it.

I’m tired. I know...I don’t know tired yet. But I’m ready to start recovering. I’m tired of tired. I want to sleep on my stomach. I want to sleep without kicking or pain.

And I’m sick of being so tired I can’t do the basics. Cleaning one room shouldn’t take me out. I want to clean the whole house. I’m sick of bedrest. And house rest. And don’t go anywhere and don’t do anything. Not even the grocery store. Like you can come to the prenatal appointments and that’s about it.

And I’m hungry. I’m so tired of being so hungry. It’s absurd. I’m starving. And I’m too tired at the end of the day to cook meals. And I’m always having to rely on my husband to get groceries. And we need everything right now.

I want to hold him. I want to know he’s okay. I want to adjust to the new normal. Can I do this? Can I be a mom of 3?

Wednesdays are hard. My husband works all day and into the night. There is no relief coming this evening with the kids. There is nobody to pick something up like milk, eggs, bread until long after bedtime.

I’m over it. I want to feel human again. I want to get my routine and get over the hormones and get back to taking care of business. And I know none of that starts until I can give birth.