I have just realised that I am at the completely batshit insane phase of pregnancy where everything is a drama and a crisis. DS doing a poo in the park and having to flick poo out of his trousers (nappy free now) ... OH GOD HE WILL NEVER GET POTTY TRAINING AND I WANT TO CRY!
DS managing to get to the potty in time? OH GOD HE IS SO GROWN UP NOW AND SOON WILL LEAVE FOR COLLEGE AND NEVER LOVE ME ANY MORE (he's not even 3
)....
I've wanted to cry over and over today, and, erm, I've watched tv, played games with my son, and eaten brownies... while DH has put on the washing, made food, tidied up.... you name it. Poor bugger, good job he likes babies, eh? And keeps telling me how attractive I am when pregnant... and does heaps with DS, and even though we're getting snippy with each other, he's basically being a saint...
Only 4 more weeks to go. I wonder how many times I can cry because I can't pick up DS, or I'm worried DS will not like the new baby, or I can't get comfy in bed? Oh, and I have a cold and although I sleep highly propped up due to heartburn, DH ended up sleeping on the foldout bed in DS's room last night because my snoring was so bad...
God I hate being pregnant.
Join me and have a moan! :)