Still pregnant. No sign of change on the horizon. Everyone promised the second would be early or at least on time. Ha! This kid is turning out to be just like her sister….moving to her own drummer.

I am so horrifically tired. Not like sleep deprived tired but sort of a bone and muscle exhaustion. It’s hard to describe really. It isn’t like after you’ve climbed a mountain or finished a marathon tired. That feels kind of good. Your blood is racing through your veins and you’re flushed, exhausted and exhilerated. This is more of a ground down exhaustion. An almost depressing feeling of having to drag around 30 lbs of extra weight every minute of every day for weeks and weeks. When I go on my 3am bathroom run, it takes me about 5 minutes just to get out of the bed and to the bathroom because my legs are popped out of my hip joints and I have to slowly ease them pack in. Sitting feels wonderful until I have to stand and then my lower back starts quivering and I wonder if it’s finally going to give.

But the end is (supposedly) in sight. Until then, I just creak and moan and waddle after my darling little girl and hope this old bag of bones holds together. I asked my doctor about feeling so horrible and was told that “older” women have a harder time toward the end of pregnancy. Yes, that’s right, I’m considered an old pregnant person. Jeesh. Just what I want to hear.

So this old gal is going to mosey back downstairs, kick the dog off the sofa, and snooze until Leina wakes from her nap. If that doesn’t work, I’m raiding my sugar supply for a quick energy fix. Hee hee.