I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel tired and worn out, discouraged. I am ready to stop being pregnant. I'm tired of feeling sick; I'm tired of being slow. I'm getting impatient to meet my baby, but I'm also dreading adding another little responsibility to my crowded days.

I just want to yell loudly at somebody and then cry like the world has ended.

Or better yet, I would like to go on vacation to a beautiful deserted island where I can laze around in a hammock all day and sip icy lemonade from a pretty glass. An island where I can have servants (so much for the deserted part) who bring me delicious food, and I don't have to worry about the sugar or the carbs involved. Where I can read books and write stories all day or all night until my brain is finally relaxed. Where I can find some peace and quiet without running after a tantrum-throwing two year old, or arguing with a teenager who already knows everything there can possibly be to know in this world. I don't want to move or think or talk until I'm all sorted out inside.

There is no reason for these strange feelings that I can tell. Other than hormones, I guess.

Nasty little hormones!
2 Responses
  1. Rachel Says:

    I hope you feel better Missy.
    *hug*


  2. missbates Says:

    Melissa, I tried to post last night to tell you I am praying for you but the post didn't go through. Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I sympathize and can identify with you but in reality...I never had a teenager, a toddler and one on the way all at the same time! I guess that means you need to cut yourself some slack. Keep your feet up. That is always good advice for a pregnant mom. ;-D


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