The end of pregnancy is wrought with exhaustion and constant urination.
Insomnia coupled with intense sweating.
Cramps and pain and waddles.
It’s not a miracle; it’s a nightmare.
I crave things I’ve run out of room to eat. I’m cranky and irritable. I just want a nap and a marathon of some cheesy reality series and cheesier snacks.
But my children don’t care or humor me in the least, and neither does the Navy.
My husband isn’t home to help anymore. And this baby is coming soon. Very soon.
But not soon enough.