I don't think my h really gets that I'm 36 weeks pregnant. Today I made scones for the fam, went to masters practice, went to my (awesome) sprinkle my bestie threw for me, then took the girls to a sports bday party, where I ran around the entire time to keep my girls interested and participating. When we got home I cleaned the house, made homemade applesauce and latkes, wrapped gifts, and threw a small Hanukkah party for us and friends. Made and decorated cookies with the kids and then bathed the girls. I can't move anymore. I'm honestly exhausted. I am getting a sideye for not helping with teeth and tucking in. To be fair, h had the all morning while I swam and went to my party, and he helped with all the Hanukkah prep. It's just that I hit this wall and...unnnh.
Post by shostakovich on Dec 20, 2014 20:32:05 GMT -5
Today I went to the library and to Target. I came home and immediately got on the couch, putting my feet up with a very dramatic sigh whilst congratulating myself on being so "productive."
I'm side-eyeing your H's side-eye. It's a double side-eye.
A. Your days must have more hours in them than mine, because no way could I do all that B. How are you 36 weeks already?! C. Your H is nuts, you're a hero to pregnant women!
I go to Master's 3x a week now (and obv not pregnant) and am tired afterwards. How do you do it at 36 weeks plus everything else? Chill, fall asleep on the couch, and he should do wake up/breakfast time for you tomorrow morning.