I have spent my time in bed, crocheting, watching for drug o'clock, dreading that time when my arse cheek falls asleep and I have to roll to face yet another wall. Watching my belly swell with the life blossoming inside, poking to try and guess what is head and what is feet, begging for the pain to let up for just a little while.
Yes. This post is miserable, today, quite frankly, I am miserable. My words are not beautiful and I feel all smoggy inside. My countdown til baby evacuation is stretching ever longer and choking down painkillers has grown tiresome. Today. Quite frankly. I have had enough.
But, tomorrow I will be woken by my biggest boy, I will help him dress and talk about dinosaurs. My littlest will watch episode after episode of Fireman Sam and I will do my best to not hate Norman Price. Tomorrow, my resolve will strengthen and I'll tell the grump to go.
Today, I'm stuck in a misery rut.
Tomorrow, I'll find my fight.