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I am so tired I want to die. I had forgotten how horribly uncomfortable late pregnancy is, when all you want to do is sleep, but there is just no way to DO it -- either the back pain or the baby kicking or the swollen feet or the heartburn or the braxton hicks contractions or the hormone-induced hyper anxiety or something will keep you up, up, up all blessed night.
Last time, Amos's schedule let me not feel bad about sharing the joy and having him take me on walks to the sculpture garden at three in the morning, but this time we don't have that luxury. Last time also, I could sleep in the morning a little if I couldn't at night, but how do you explain to a two year old that Mama just needs another hour?
So, yes, I am complaining. I feel miserable. I want to just have this baby already (even though I don't really want to have her till my due date, in four and a half weeks) and get on with... being up all night every night nursing.
Last time, Amos's schedule let me not feel bad about sharing the joy and having him take me on walks to the sculpture garden at three in the morning, but this time we don't have that luxury. Last time also, I could sleep in the morning a little if I couldn't at night, but how do you explain to a two year old that Mama just needs another hour?
So, yes, I am complaining. I feel miserable. I want to just have this baby already (even though I don't really want to have her till my due date, in four and a half weeks) and get on with... being up all night every night nursing.