As we round the final turn of this pregnancy, I have to say (and I'm sure you knew it was coming) but I am exhausted.
Not that, I'm exhausted of being pregnant and get this baby out of me right now, exhausted.
The kind of tired where you want to lay down in bed and not get up unless the house is on fire... or you have to pee.
While this all is possible, it doesn't come without massive guilt.
Guilt because I have a 35 month old tot that loves to be outside and run and play. Guilt because this Mama can't run after her.
I'm racking my brain to come up with indoor activities (and outdoor ones) that don't involve much participation on my part. So far I've got cartoons, Disney movies, Play-Doh, coloring books and nap time.
The hubby said that one week of her life spent doing nothing will not hurt her.
While I agree, I still feel guilty.
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