Just Stop Breathing!

So there is always a tell tale sign I am ending my enjoyment of being pregnant. It's not the protruding stomach or the leaking breasts. In fact, my ankles still look like ankles and my wedding ring is still placed on my left hand ring finger. I can't really complain about the physical effects, although I am starting to feel my rib cage expand and my heartburn is burning through my body into my back, all in all the physical pains of being pregnant aren't ailing me like they did with Addison. Nope, for me it's my husband. I don't know why but the sound of his voice, the lack of urgency in his walk or the way he breaths tugs at my every nerve.

The thing is, he's not really doing anything wrong. Sure, he says that he wiped the counter off yet I moved 10 things off the counter to properly wipe the crumbs off. Or he sweeps 1/4 of the kitchen floor instead of the entire thing. It bothers me too that the curtain rods in our room had to be hung by me after 3 weeks of mentioning how bright it was in our room. But all in all, these are things Billy does 99.9% of the time and I just live with them. Not when I am done being pregnant.

Today was a rough day. Addison is teething, her last 2 teeth are causing her an immense amount of pain. She has had diarrhea and been so crabby all day. She's cried over everything. I gave her milk but she wanted juice. I gave her crackers for snack she wanted fruit snacks. She rubbed her eyes for 20 minutes but when I put her to bed she squealed for over an hour before I finally just gave up and let her get out. I didn't make dinner, empty the dishwasher or wash a single dish. I didn't pick up Addison's toys for the 15th time or clean the table. I thought that maybe I'd take the day of from being my mom. (Read yesterday's post)

But now it's 9PM and I've re-sweeped the kitchen floor, re-wiped of the counters, put more dishes in the dishwasher, dusted the living room and picked some of Addie's toys up. So much for taking a day off. Do mom's ever get a day off? I'm starting to think that the answer is a big fat NOPE! I don't mind everything I have to do at the end of the day, I really don't. It's just that walking around with a bowling ball between my legs is starting to ware on my nerves. Is it really so much to Bill to just stop breathing until Evie comes?