Today I feel like making dinner at home is an accomplishment. I am SO... tired, and feel huge! My house is a disaster, and I really want to clean it but that is as far as my motivation goes , though I did like five dishes. So yeah, this is the fun part about an alien abduction called pregnancy. Also, my little girl seems to be having more fun at the babysitters then with here Mommy. Okay, I am being over sensitive. Also, I know I shouldn't do this, but... I do COMPARING MYSELF to other women pregnant or not. She cooks and cleans, and did it all in labor (etc). Bleh, I know others feel the same way I do! I need a nap and a new attitude :)
