Week 17

Here I am, week 17. I feel miserable.

I can't sleep. I have anxiety. I hate being pregnant and I am just going to whine about it.

To boot, my darling little angel has turned into a demon child. She doesn't listen to me. At all.

When I was pregnant with Sophia, I got so annoyed by people saying "just wait until the baby comes". Now I get irritated because people say "just wait until you have 2 running around". Why can't people just shut the hell up?

I did something nice for someone recently. I thought it was nice. Chad thought it was nice, yet when I did it, I got no thank you... NONE, whatever. I didn't do it for gratitude but a simple thank you would have been nice. Nothing.