This week officially starts my second trimester. I'm supposed to feel good, have more energy and blah blah blah. I know changes don't happen over night, but I wish they would. I feel like I complain a lot right now, but when you feel like death all day, every day AND have to take care of three kids on top of that-it's beyond wearing on a persons soul.
I'm trying my hardest each day, and when I have spurts of feeling good I try to get as much cleaning and laundry done as possible or whatever task is yelling at me. My biggest issue is the store. I don't like going there at all. No. Thank. You.
If one wants to look at this from a fun, lovey-dovey point of view-"they" say that baby this week is the size of a kiwi.
No. This is not my baby. Just from the app on the phone. What a baby should look like at 13 weeks. Cute huh?!
I had a huge burst of energy this morning and I cleaned like a mad woman and got laundry done AND put away! Then felt icky so we've had a very low key afternoon/night! Well anyways-tomorrow starts a new day!
Until then!