No one said being pregnant was easy, so I wonder why after 4 previous times through it I am so surprised at how tough it is towards the end. Man, am I tired and moving slow, unable to sleep well, breathless (and not for poetic reasons) and a tad on the hormonal side. Nothing else, not feeling particular artistic, not feeling together and I am not even nesting yet (though I did go to Walmart to buy pillows at 11pm last night.. so maybe that bird like behavior is setting in).
I would like to stay on the sofa for the rest of the day and let the kids watch DVD's. But instead I will keep it going. I have kids to school, a house to prepare for the arrival of granny, a book to market, 2 art projects to finish, oh and a busy husband who I am sure needs some attention.
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