Today was one of those days where my body could not keep up with my schedule, meaning it wanted to sleep, BUT I have two toddlers. My son ever so sweetly tried to get his little plastic balls and Buzz Lightyear into my blanket as I snoozed on the couch. What did I do? I did what any big fat meanie head would do, I yelled. I said, "I am sick, don't you understand that!" He cried. I wanted to cry.
Dear Baby in my Belly,
I love you very much, but you have two amazing siblings that want to play really badly. I am trying really hard to play with them and do all the things I did before my energy was zapped out of me. I understand you need me to survive, but leave a little bit of energy so I can play catch and "fight" with James. He loves to play a lot! So keep that in mind the next time you eat, breath, move, and whatever else you do in there.
Love,
Mommy
PS Love James, Elizabeth, and Daddy
PSS Love the dishes, cooking the meals, the laundry, and all the other stuff that must be done
I felt like this needed to be said because after dinner James came up to me, hugged me, and said, "I miss you, Mama." I wanted to cry. I miss me, too. Being pregnant is a short, yet lonnnnnnnggggggg time.
I hope all five of us survive the next few months. Five being James, Elizabeth, Adam, me, and the baby. If you have any energy boosting ideas please feel free to share.