But it’s too hard to handle this toddler outside on my own while I’m 33 weeks pregnant and told to “rest” and “don’t do anything”. It’s so much easier said than done. Especially when you’re chasing a toddler around who must have her way or the world is completely and utterly over. I’m uncomfortably pregnant and over it. I’m over the horrible sleep. I’m over the lack of energy. I’m over being tired. I’m seriously over being pregnant. And I’d be perfectly okay if this was the last pregnancy I’ve had to go through. Terrible twos are so much harder than I imagined. And Bobby being away for several weeks at a time while I handle this all on my own is much more difficult. Now just add an infant in four weeks…oh Lord, please help me.
Well anyways, we’ve been getting her outside as much as we can. It’s hot out here, guys! It’s like 100 degree everyday and some days it feels even hotter.
A Pair of Socks 