wreck

I've been kind of a wreck these last couple of days. Two weeks ago, I was doing great... feeling blessed and had the energy to clean my house and keep up with the insane amount of responsibilities I had. Last week I was coping-- getting by with my "must do" list but not having the energy to do anything else. This week has basically been a disaster. I am literally on the verge of tears every time someone asks me how I am doing. I am not crying while writing this post, and that's a good sign. I think I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. It's Friday tomorrow and maybe, just maybe, I will see my husband this weekend.

There's nothing really wrong, particularly. But I really think I can blame everything on the heat. I swear I was just saying how this summer has been mild.. but ever since we returned from our trip to Utah (where it hailed/rained on us everyday) I have been completely miserable. Today it was 112 degrees. We were out running errands or in the car ALL DAY and I just wanted to die. Running errands with four kids is miserable enough... add the blazing temperatures and a pregnant tummy and you have a recipe for depression.  I need a therapist.  and some strong medication. and a nap that lasts two months.  I can't believe I still have two months before this baby is born.  Heaven help me.