I’m being pulled in a thousand different directions.
As I write this I am fourteen weeks pregnant with my first child, and I’m tired.
I know, I know. What I’m going through now is nothing compared to actually having a baby. I’m aware of that.
But for now the fact remains: I feel like I’m being pulled in a thousand different directions. How does anyone manage to work full time, cook a healthy dinner, keep the house at least moderately clean, do the recommended daily moderate exercise, prepare the nursery, spend quality time with their spouse, and get enough sleep? Not to mention the books I’d like to read, the friends I’d like to see . . . even taking a sideways glance at the list of things I need and want to be doing with my days is exhausting and overwhelming.
And while I try to keep up with this…
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