I am weary. I feel as if my road has ended and my only option is to lay where I stand. I can no longer feel my legs and any written or spoken words seem as if they are a foreign language. I feel dark hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down with the force of one thousand elephants. Please my sweet sweet body give me energy. I am sooo tired day in and day out. I have slept thirteen hours and yet wake up exhausted of all energy. I am nineteen and feel as if I have lost connection with my once spry self and a quickly aging woman is standing in her place. I am sick of being mid conversation and waking up in a puddle of drool the next moment. The pitiful stares that burn into my soul make me want to scream angrily to the pregnancy God's but all I can muster is an exhausted sign. The ironing board lies unused and my husband is withering away in the wind for the lack of cooking. The house has been struck by a tornado of laundry and all I can !manage is to fluff a pillow and turn onto my aching side. Please my sweet loving body, restore my energy. Grant me the lifeblood of one thousand suns hyped up on cocaine and red bull. I must get my housework and finances done. Do this for me body and soon we will be sitting in a Starbucks cafe sipping a Chai Tea Latte as a reward. I promise. I must bid you farewell now as I am in need of a deeper slumber than that of sleeping beauty. My prince will not be able to kiss me awake tonight.

Sincerely

Your Pregnant Owner