A Pregnant Woman's Schedule

12am- wake up to turn to my other side, adjust pillows

2am- wake up again to turn to my other side, hold numb arm in the air for a little bit to get rid of tingles, adjust pillows

4am- wake up, go to the bathroom, maybe eat some apple sauce or a granola bar, go back to bed, adjust pillows, try to turn off my mind enough to go back to sleep

6am- wake up, turn over, stretch cramps out of both legs, find pillows that are now all over the bed and floor and adjust

8-9am- get out of bed and immediately eat breakfast before my stomach decides it might as well eat itself or my offspring.

9-10am- Shower, take a break, brush hair, take a break, put on make-up, take a break.

10-11am- decide what productive thing I can get done today, ultimately end up on Facebook and Pinterest

11-1pm- eat again and call it an early lunch so I don't feel bad, bring on the Tums, attempt to clean something, take a break

1-5pm- get something done, anything that I can cross off of a list to make me feel better about my day, take lots of breaks, eat snacks, and prop feet up often, order more stuff for the baby off of Amazon

5-8pm- attempt to fix dinner for a hungry husband, eat dinner, Tums, take a break, make a list of all of the things I still need to get done before this baby comes, feel good about making more lists

8-10pm- prop chubby, monster-feet up and take a break, wish I had gotten more done with my day, research every possible symptom that could mean I'm going into labor, cuddle with my husband, and get a foot massage

10:30pm- go to bed, and repeat steps from the day before

That about sums it up. Although pregnancy has been easier than I anticipated, it definitely has its moments. It drives me crazy that I can't even get through something as simple as brushing my hair without being completely winded and needing to sit down. I know I have curly, unruly hair, but let's be honest, it shouldn't be that hard.

Each day, I wake up thinking, "One day closer until I get to meet him. One day closer to not being pregnant any more." It keeps me going.

I'm sure all of you fellow mothers can relate, or may have had it worse. To the mothers who are pregnant while having little ones at home to watch over, I salute you. It always makes me smile when mothers with 3 or 4 small children ask how I'm doing. When I say something like, "I'm tired." They all empathetically nod, but inside I'm thinking, "Not as tired as you, though, so what am I complaining about!?" I seriously don't get how women do this over and over, especially with little ones needing their time and attention.

I'm sure I'll be there someday, but for now, I'm focusing on just getting through these last few weeks, one break-filled, lazy day at a time.