Dear Lord, I am amazingly, gratefully, thrilled that I am pregnant. I don’t want to complain but honestly I have never felt so exhausted in my life.
Every day I wake up it’s like having a vicious hangover; the tired kind. The kind where you are just too tired to move, motivate, clean, eat or mother.
One of the girls will say “she hit me!”
And I’ll say either “I really don’t care” or “hit her back.”
At that point a full on swinging war of solid fists in a fan like motion go flinging around randomly connecting. I usually snicker to myself because it is actually rather entertaining. They are truly out of control in that single moment.
I also secretly smile with pride.
These are two little badda** girls that are throwing down to defend herself. I smile thinking they will be safe from the mounds of perverts out there or the intensely increasing popularity of bullying.
Will they be the bully? They better not because this Mommy will in fact beat the crap out of them if I ever find out they bullied anyone. Sounds counterproductive right? Neither Steve nor I were bullies so I think we are safe there….I hope.
I’m just saying I’m proud they are showing a little feisty in this maddening world.
I’m totally digressing; back to the whining.
It is much more difficult being five years older with twins 4 year olds running around but I have a wildly high amount of energy so this is just unacceptable.
These little fetuses are draining me like whore on a rich old man. I just don’t know how to increase my energy level.
I eat tons of fruits and vegetables, stay hydrated and take the girls on a walk albeit short it is a walk non-the-less. My sleep is a little rough since I have to pee about 5 times a night.
Other than that I don’t think I can survive another 7 months like this.
Is there any advice from all you lovely moms out there?
Oh and please don’t mention age…..I just found out I can technically be classified as elderly in the pregnancy community! Come on! Elderly!
It must have been a male doctor that coined that category!