I’m tired. I’m not tired like “wow, didn’t sleep well last night” tired. Oh no, pregnancy makes you tired like “I’m sorry I think I took too much Nyquil and I may be unconscious for the next month”. And as a stay at home mom this kind of fatigue leads to several inevitabilities.

1.) I don’t know what my children are playing with during the day. Perhaps it is sharp knives, perhaps it is my makeup, perhaps their experimenting with what can be flushed down the toilet. I don’t know because the only thing I can see is a 6 foot radius around the couch.

2.) Their dietary habits have devolved into the following options; Waffles, Macaroni & Cheese, Grilled cheese sandwiches or whatever Daddy knows how to make (which is basically cereal). I’m sure all my nutritional smart friends are churning at the thought of what my children are eating. However, my sister-in-law was kind enough to share with me that she used to just sprinkle goldfish crackers on the floor and let her daughter eat on those all day while she was pregnant with her second.

3.) The dishes aren’t being washed. We are now in a “wash-as-need” mode.

4.) Mommy ain’t happy. Unless of course you think it is fun to live with a person who ends every sentence with a disgruntled sigh, a rolling of the eyes or a loud verbal “ugh”. You might find it nice to live with a person who is irritated by your sheer existence and the idea that you are breathing near her and the sound of your breathing is making her want to throw up.

5.) Oh and that “pregnancy glow” that everybody tells you about? That’s acne. Yeah, they don’t tell you that when you have visions of this inspiring experience of carrying your child. You aren’t going to “glow” you are going to look like you entered puberty for the second time.

6.) And the tears. The tears come at everything and anything. I’m on the brink of tears at all times of the day and night. I’m tired – I cry. I’m sick – I cry. The new Visa Olympic commercials come on – I cry. My kids tell me they love me – I cry. David says he’ll be a “little late” – I cry. You get the idea.

And yet David turned to me this weekend and said “I’m going to be far more patient and understanding with you this time because I know this is all normal and in a couple more weeks you are going to feel much better”. I cried.