No take that back, I’m exhausted.
I don’t think I have ever been this tired in my life.
I never let my sink look like this. It’s gross. I usually do the dishes when Ethan takes a nap or goes to bed and I was just too tired, so I laid on the couch instead. Oh well.
It’s amazing how one tiny little baby can take so much out of you. I was tired when I was pregnant with Ethan but I had more time to relax and rest. It’s not possible when you have an 18 month old running around. And to make matters worse, Brett has been gone since Tuesday. Thankfully he will be home Friday, and then I plan to sleep.
Oh and have I mentioned that I’m already showing. Yep, at about 6 weeks my pants started getting a little snug. I even asked the doctor if there were twins in there because I couldn’t believe I was already showing. I guess my body just remembers what it was like and is just falling into place.
Here’s me…8 weeks.
I know this kind of sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m not. I’m excited, happy, joyful, and proud.
And I’m just tired.