So. Yep. That’s the real reason I haven’t really been blogging. Not because I don’t have all that much to say. Although, for most of the last four months most of what I’ve had to say is that I’m freaking exhausted. And I couldn’t have been this exhausted when I was pregnant with Rose, right? Because I was working thirty hours a week. And going to school. And student teaching. And I would have remembered feeling this tired, right? And then I remember. Maybe I wasn’t so, so, so tired. Maybe I could keep my eyes open. Maybe I did work, go to school, and student teach. Maybe I only got five to six hours of sleep on a good night. Yeah. Maybe all of that. And maybe I wore myself out. And maybe it was not right for my body and my baby. And, yeah, maybe it was the only life I could live at the time. But maybe that life exhausted my body so much that my baby decided to try to vacate the premises. Maybe I didn’t feel worn out. But my body did. So at thirty-two weeks I was instructed to go home, get in bed, and stay there for five to six weeks. And you know what? I went home and I slept. I was exhausted. So, yeah, this time, maybe I feel crazy for being so tired when all (said sarcastically) I have to do is chase my one year old around. And I feel insane that when she goes down for her nap at ten in the morning, I crash out on the couch or jump in bed. But you know what? Maybe this time I won’t land myself in bed for months. We’ll see.
My main point is that for a little while, Rose would go down for her morning nap and I would blog. And I would clean. And cook. But for the last couple months, when Rose naps, the only thing I want to do is nap. So I haven’t been blogging. My house has been a disaster. I can’t remember the last meal I made. And now. Well, now is that “magical” time in pregnancy when I don’t completely feel like I’m going to die at any second. At least that’s what ‘they’ say. ‘They’ just forget to mention that while the second trimester might be the easiest trimester, you are also STILL FREAKING PREGNANT. And that sucks. At least for me. I know there are a cracked few of you that love being pregnant, and that’s cool. I wish I could be like that. But… nope. So, lately, I haven’t been blogging. I’ve been
bitchy cranky. I’ve been sick. I’ve been tired. And my body really isn’t mine. But. Baby number two is coming in September 2013, and I’m thrilled. Because as much as I have being pregnant, I love being a Mom, and THAT lasts much longer than the discomfort of pregnancy. More details to come (if I’m awake, that is…).