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This pregnancy thing is really beginning to get on my nerves. I don't remember being this tired with Nathan. I do remember being cranky and hormonal, but not this constantly.
I want everything to be going right and I want it now. I should have a job, this house should stay clean when I clean it, the areas that I need to put new furniture in should expand by the next time I measure them, and Tiffany should get her act together so we don't have to prepare for the wedding three or four times.
This house is chaos and it's only going to get worse when the baby comes. I'm saving up babysitting points by watching Megan as often as possible, but I'm definately in the NotMama category and when she realizes Mama isn't around, she gets very upset. I remember that being the sweetest most annoying part of being Mama.
Nathan is coming around to the idea of being a big brother, but he's upset with me because I don't feel well enough to run after him down the street or I have a baby in my arms when Karen is out. I'm worried that will only get worse when the baby comes and I'm trying to make extra efforts to do puzzles and put together legos with him.
So when does life become perfect, the way it's supposed to be. I'm not asking that a mansion and a couple convertibles fall into my lap or anything, but is it too much to expect that I have the energy and ability to get everything I want done in time?
I want everything to be going right and I want it now. I should have a job, this house should stay clean when I clean it, the areas that I need to put new furniture in should expand by the next time I measure them, and Tiffany should get her act together so we don't have to prepare for the wedding three or four times.
This house is chaos and it's only going to get worse when the baby comes. I'm saving up babysitting points by watching Megan as often as possible, but I'm definately in the NotMama category and when she realizes Mama isn't around, she gets very upset. I remember that being the sweetest most annoying part of being Mama.
Nathan is coming around to the idea of being a big brother, but he's upset with me because I don't feel well enough to run after him down the street or I have a baby in my arms when Karen is out. I'm worried that will only get worse when the baby comes and I'm trying to make extra efforts to do puzzles and put together legos with him.
So when does life become perfect, the way it's supposed to be. I'm not asking that a mansion and a couple convertibles fall into my lap or anything, but is it too much to expect that I have the energy and ability to get everything I want done in time?