Ow.

I've hit the wall. I'm officially tired of being pregnant. I know it's not charitable of me, I know that I'm not being accepting and gracious about this whole "miracle of life" thing, but yesterday I was just so damned tired, and there's nowhere I can sit where I'm comfortable, and my hips hurt all the time, and I run into things, and I can't tie my own shoes without grimacing, and I miss my lungs, and I'm tired of eating Tums all the time, and my back aches, and my gums bleed, and I have a bloody nose half the time, and none of my clothes fit, and all I want to do is sleep, not because I'm tired but because it's the only time I can forget I'm pregnant, until I wake up with achy hips again...and then it's starts all over, and when I do sleep I wake up in the middle of the night for hours on end, and I always have to pee....

So yesterday I hit the wall. It hurt. I hope I don't hit that wall too many more times...two months is a long time to be cranky.