Lately I feel as though my only purpose in life is to merely survive until February comes and this baby can get out of me. It sounds so heartless and ungrateful, which I am not, but I just can't keep up with anything or anyone, and I am quite useless in my realm of home these days. I think if I were just put into a sleep coma for two months, then woke up when the baby is born, I could finally start to function again. My kids need their mommy back, and poor Erik needs me back to myself again!
As for now, I suppose I will continue to roll around my home and shuffle through traffic and stores and dr.'s appointments, until it is time for this baby to be born.