There's an end?!
I had a very zen day yesterday. DS and I were happy. DH was happy when he arrived home. Dinner went off without a hitch. The apartment was spotless. I was cheerfully content with the 6 weeks I have left.
Today, the house is a disaster and my 2 year old has decided that he is not amused by anything, especially not my attempts to entertain him. Dinner consisted of something canned. I am SO exhausted.
Today, I am not zen. I am round and bumbly and I want to cry.
And I'm really tired of answering the "When are you due?" question only to have them mentally add up the remaining weeks left and announce it to me as if I have no idea.
Right now my positive thought is this: I can only be pregnant for so long. The baby comes out eventually, right? So this is not an eternal condition. So there's my encouragement to myself.
Not much of an upper but it's the best I've got.