So I am 34 weeks and 4 days pregnant with number 5. YEA, I SAID #5! I am just counting down the days until this sucker comes out. It’s another BOY, woohoo. Making our total 2 Girls and 3 Boys. I personally would have liked another girl because they are just so much cuter to dress and #4 is a girl, but that’s not the way it went. In fact my ‘pattern’ is Boy, Girl, Boy, Girl, BOY. So that means #6 would have to be a GIRL! YEA, I SAID #6!

Well let’s have #5 before we start planning for #6.

To say that I am exhausted would be an understatement. I get so sleepy, like barely keep my eyes open sleepy. Frankly, the kids could be destroying the house, anything short of setting it on fire and I do not give a shit! I’m too sleepy, tired, crotch hurts, back pain – sciatica – to care.

Then you throw in big baby, the husband, I don’t have time for your drama! You want to throw your tantrum? You want to slam the door? You want to play the silent treatment and not talk or say why your so upset? I don’t give a fuck. Keep acting a fool cause I’m not feeding into your childish behavior. We’ve been married 13 years and I am used to the tantrums and after the 4th year of marriage I realized feeding into the childish behavior just ended with me frustrated and pissed off. So now I just let it run it’s course, just like with the toddlers. haha. He always comes around when he realizes he isn’t going to get attention. My life.

My feet are swollen, thanks heat!