Come to me, all who are weary.

Yesterday (right around 30 weeks) was the official day that I become way pregnant. I have been busy as a bee the past week while Rich has been off of work. We have gotten a lot accomplished, but it took it's toll on me last night.
I had a prenatal at 1:30 and this was after doing a glucose test at 7am, eating a quick breakfast in order to get the kids ready, doing another follow up glucose test at 9am, making chicken salad with pitas to take for lunch, chugging down 6 vitamins on my way out the door to co op, asking Rich to pull over the van so I could vomit up all 6 vitamins, bustling around co op for an hour trying to organize some books, eating lunch, eating ice cream, heading home just in time to turn around and run to a prenatal. Do you believe my blood pressure was 105 over 54? What's up with that? So, the cherry on my crazy sundae would be when my doula asks me to lay flat on the floor so they can get a better feel for the position of the little pixie. 20 minutes later I am sure I am stuck. 31 weeks pregnant, flat on a hard floor...bad idea. Aren't midwives and doulas supposed to know these things? :O) So, by the time I get home I am sure it is 9pm and all of the kids should be sweetly sleeping in bed. Oh right, it is only 3 and Rich wants to take the older boys fishing. Did I mention the hard picnic table bench at dinner? hhhmmm, where to go from here...WWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! So, it dawned on me as I was having trouble hoisting myself on off the living room couch at 10 pm that I AM REALLY PREGNANT, AGAIN! Time to slow down and find rest.