It's Nice to be Understood

I have been so unbelievably exhausted lately. I have been getting about 9 hours of sleep at night, but by the time Sophie's nap time rolls around (sometime around 1pm or 2pm) I am beat again. And if I don't nap when she does (because let's face it, when else am I going to get any time alone?) then by 5pm I am so tired I literally start to cry. I remember this happening last time too, but I stopped working around now and didn't have a 2 year old to take care of. Last night by 6:30pm I felt like I was falling asleep at the wheel. Luckily Shimmy had been home all day, so I told him I couldn't handle it anymore and went to lay down. But, even if someone else is around to hang out with Sophie, unless she is also sleeping, I cannot fall asleep. My guilt keeps me up. I don't know why I feel less guilty about stumbling around and crying from fatigue while she tries to play with me. It makes a lot more sense to allow myself to take a cat nap. I don't understand the mommy guilt, I just give into it. (This could turn into a whole post in of itself.) BUT, last night as I was trying to ignore the guilt and go to sleep, this is what I heard:
Sophie: "MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!"
Shimmy: "Leave Mommy alone. She's taking a nap. She's very tired. It's hard work growing a baby. You don't know, you've never done it before."
Feeling elated that Shimmy totally "got" me and didn't seem to think I was just slacking off, my guilt melted away and I took a nap with a smile on my face.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SOPHIE!

I can't believe my "baby" is 2 today! Exactly 2 years ago I was in the process of pushing her out into the world. And then at 4:35pm she was here! A tiny, pink little thing that changed my life forever. I am so happy that she's my baby and that I'm her mommy. How lucky am I?!?

Her actual party is Sunday, but Shimmy stayed home from work today and came with us to school to have a little party there as well. I brought a box of munchkins (for the munchkins). Here are some pictures:

Blowing out her candle on her munchkin:



All of her little friends at the table:



Playing with the bubbles Morah Rena blew for her:



A family pic:

The Final Stretch

So I'm 29 weeks and change pregnant. Very much in the third trimester. I thought I'd provide a list of the top 10 ways I know I am in this "final stretch." A Liberman's Top 10, if you will:

10. I feel like I need to take a nap every day (but I don't usually actually take one).

9. My lungs are getting compressed and I feel out of breath constantly.

8. I have to use the bathroom non-stop. As soon as I stand up after going, I feel like I have to go again.

7. Everything. Aches. All. The. Time.

6. I just want to wear sweats. Any time, any place.

5. I wake up all through the night whenever I need to roll over, because that takes a huge amount of effort.

4. The only seat that is comfortable is the driver's seat of my car- it is the most expensive seat I own, and it's true that you get what you pay for. It is leather, heated, and has the awesome lumbar support that only a luxury SUV can have. Plus memory seating so no one can mess up my settings.

3. I trip over things because I just can't see them.

2. My belly button has been a complete out-y for over a month.

And the #1 answer....

I am starting to wish the baby was here, even though that means sleeplessness, nursing 24/7, and a general state of chaos, just so I don't have to be pregnant anymore.

6 years and counting...