Daily demands

I keep reaching this point of not wanting my son to touch me. I get tired of his constant demands for attention and his super-fast-growing-baby-talons and want him to just leave me alone for a while. I came to that this morning, in combination with a lot of other emotional/physical irritants, and ended up crying all over the place for the better part of an hour.

When I laid down I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to sleep and couldn't. My son kept freaking out over nothing. When he wasn't freaking out he was playing with loud toys. My husband kept essentially telling me to suck it up. I was not happy.

So my husband arranged for his mother to take Button for a few hours this afternoon. I arranged for him to take a nap. And furthermore, Ben is trying to set things up for his mom to take Button for the afternoon once or twice a week. This sounds like absolute nirvana to me.

Since my husband started taking online classes a few weeks ago, I've essentially been a single mom for a good bit of the week. Ben hangs out in his School Dungeon, I entertain Button in the family room, and when Ben goes to work I find some way to keep from losing my mind until bedtime. Then I loaf around until he gets home, and we chat and I fall asleep on the couch. Ben is also trying to get ahead in some of his work so he can be more present when the baby arrives, which means more single mommmyness NOW... urgh.

It doesn't help that these last few weeks of pregnancy have hit me like a sledgehammer. I'm constantly exhausted, I'm accumulating all sorts of unpleasant aches around my hips, and my digestive system is sulking at me. I can feel the excess weight I've gained making things harder for me. It sucks.

Yeah, 37 weeks is 14 days away, at which point I may start demanding sex every night out of sheer desperation to not be pregnant anymore. We'll see.

Urgh.