So, I know I said I wouldn't whine at the end of this pregnancy, but I am a liar (just ask poor Johnny, he hears every bit of my whining).
Well, last night I was tossing and turning around in bed. It was 1 a.m., 2 a.m. and then at 4:18 a.m. I had a ridiculous thought: "I can't wait for this baby to be born so I can finally have a decent night of sleep..."
That thought immediately made me sit up straight in my bed and realize that I have a LONG time until I have a decent night of sleep. WHAA!
I want the magical ignorance of my first pregnancy back - at least back then I had no clue just how exhausted we would all be in a few weeks...