Hit and Run

I literally feel like someone hit me with a truck. It's been getting worse for days, and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight for the next five-and-a-half weeks. It's not like I've been comfortable for awhile, but I've managed. You read the blog...I'm not shy about whining my way through this pregnancy. The major problem is: I am suddenly in super hormone mode. I have wanted to cry for a solid three days, and I finally did a little bit today. It didn't help, and it exacerbated my inability to breathe, so I dried it up pretty quickly (especially since I was driving down a busy street at the time- hormonal or not, a traffic accident never helped anyone's mood). It probably doesn't help that I can't sleep, either. The longest I've slept in one stretch since last week is about two hours. I realize that's par for the course when S gets here and needs the mommy-buffet to stay open, but right now I just need some sleep to keep from having a breakdown. I asked my doctor about it today, and he suggested that I try to wear myself out. Seriously, I look like I haven't slept in days, does he think I'm not worn out? If that doesn't work, he suggested Benadryl. I'm giving the situation a few more days before I resort to drugging myself.

Either way, I feel like a wreck of a human being, and it's starting to affect Otis. He needs some serious attention, and he's just not getting it right now. I feel like a terrible doggie-mother, which makes me think I'm going to be a rotten human-mother, too. I need a nap...and some happy thoughts, so if anyone's got some, share!!

I swear I'll stop complaining soon. I mean, eventually I won't be pregnant anymore, right??