Overwhelmed.

My goal with this pregnancy was to enjoy it... not to rush through, but to really enjoy the magic and wonder that is creating life.

Ha.

Ha, ha, ha.

I'm so stinkin' tired. With eleven weeks left, I am absolutely ready to push the fast forward button and suddenly make it the beginning of April. I mean, what are February and March good for anyway? Can't we just skip them this year?

Aside from the heart burn that feels like my baby is crawling up my esophagus to play a rousing game of table tennis with my tonsils, and the ever constant sensation that my ribs are cracking with every single breath, my actual pregnancy symptoms haven't been that bad. Generally, when I'm not sick for some other reason not pregnancy related, I feel pretty good.

And that's where the problem lies. I can't seem to manage NOT being sick. This pregnancy, I've endured two bouts with the flu - one swine, one regular. I've had two rounds of antibiotics for respiratory/bronchial infections, one as a result of the flu, and one because I am constantly inhaling the sticky, hot breath of the little germ sharing monkeys that live in my house. In addition, I've had two different episodes of a severely disgusting stomach bug, both of which involved much barfing. Because, you know. I haven't done enough of that on my own the past six months.

Generally speaking, I don't get sick all that often. But I tell you what... this pregnancy has taken a serious toll on my immune system. That, and I think it's been a pretty nasty winter as far as sickness goes anyway.

In other news, and because my life right now needs more excitement, my dog has decided to undo her house training. I'm pretty sure it's because she is the biggest wimp EVER and she doesn't like to go out and do her thing in the rain, snow, or cold. She much prefers Jordan's bedroom. Her life line? It's REALLY short right now. She has two weeks to get her act together, and then? I don't know what then. Yesterday, I was ready to absolutely give her away without even looking back. But this morning, that seems a little cold hearted. But seriously. It's PEE! IN MY HOUSE!

Bleh.

I deal with enough misplaced pee as it is, with three little boys living here. I don't need contributions from the dog as well.

So, I'm tired. I'm tired of being sick, tired of needing to clean my house and not having the energy to do it, tired of heartburn, tired of pee.

BUT.

When amidst life's troubles you are tempest tossed
When you are discouraged thinking all is lost
Count your many blessings, name them one by one
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

I have a house... one that is warm and safe and comfortable, even when it isn't very clean.

My pregnancy is normal and healthy, even when I am not.

Even when I'm tired, I'm still happy, my life graced by a magnificent husband and four little people that constantly make me smile.

And soon, four will be five and all will be worth it.