Uncle, UNCLLLLLEEEEE!!!

There’s one of my favorite lines from A Christmas Story, when the neighborhood bully is pulling (Swartz’?) arm and he screams uncle. If you listen closely, he is already murmuring it under his breath while the bully walks over!

Well, this is me, metaphorically speaking. Labor is several weeks away but I’m murmuring “uncle, uncle, uncle” – preemptively peeing my pants in surrender.

I’m exhausted. Even with lots of sleep and a comfy bed, I’m still on a razor’s edge of annoyance until about 3pm every day. I don’t want to be climbed on, talked to, asked of, or anything otherwise resembling putting my brain to work with regards to my darling 3 year old. I wake up and then hold my breath all day for the moment when he’s in bed again. Terrible, I know! He is a constant talker, constant eater, and otherwise constant NEEDER of my devoted motherhood and I just wish there was a toddler-ready book I could read him to explain that there ain’t nuthin more to give, kid!

Verity seems to be making her way into the world with much the same personality. Active little go-getters (I have no idea where they get it from!). She was up exploring ALL ASPECTS of her womby cave from, and I kid you not, 4 am – 6 am last night. I was so tired, all I could do was whimper in my fatigue and surrender to the punches and kicks until at last she tuckered out.

“uncle…”

I’m only 34.5 weeks right now, in case you’re wonderin. I could have as much as 7.5 weeks left. Now is not the time to fall over in defeat, men! Pray for my sanity, patience, energy, and general with-it-ness, people!