I've reached the point of my pregnancy where I realize that I'm doing a pretty crazy/amazing thing here.
And unless you're pregnant too you're pretty much doing nothing.
Sure it makes absolutely no sense to feel that way but I'm the queen of irrational thought processes lately.
You're tired? YOU'RE TIRED? Let me tell you about TIRED.
You're sore? I'm sorry, YOU'RE SORE? Let me tell you a thing or two about PAIN.
You think YOU'VE accomplished something? PLEASE. I did the laundry WHILE growing a human being inside of me. Top that bitches.
Yea, I'm a joy to be around right now.