Tired Preggie

I've had some crazy days lately. On Thursday at 5 p.m., I got an email from my newspaper editor asking when he was going to see my story (that he had assigned to me the week before and said was due Dec. 16th). I had played phone tag all week with the alderman who was my main source for the story, so I had NOTHING. I wrote him back and said I thought it was due next month, and he said, my mistake, but can you get me something by tomorrow?

Until this moment, I had planned to spend Friday morning delivering packets to churches in our area publicizing a nativity exhibit our ward is hosting in a few weeks (I'm on our stake public affairs committee). Instead, I spent the first half of the morning making calls, waiting for calls back, and hastily putting something together for my article.

Eli and I finally set out at 10:30 a.m. to go to churches (of other faiths) in our town and neighboring towns. This involved finding street parking, taking Eli out of his car seat, carrying him and the packet up to the church, wandering around until I found a door that was open, looking for the office, and giving my schpiel about the exhibit. Then we would trek back outside to the car, I would buckle Eli in, and we would drive to the next place and start all over again. I had a special knack for choosing four or five wrong doors at each church before finding the one that was open (most of these were very old, large churches that stretched across an entire block and had multiple doors). I came home three hours later, completely exhausted. I put Eli down for a late nap and finished my article while he slept.

Saturday was better. But today was a hard day. Ben had to be at church early and caught a ride with a friend (Sunday is the only day of the week when we wish we still had two cars...). I then had to take Eli, the diaper bag, and a big bag full of random stuff. Eli refused to walk when we got to church and were making our way through the parking lot, so I hobbled in to the chapel carrying my toddler and bags (not to mention my 30-weeks prego belly making this completely awkward), wearing heels, feeling like I was going to tip over.


By the third hour of church, I felt awful. I was having hot flashes, my tights were falling down (seriously, it was so uncomfortable and frustrating), I had a huge headache and the right side of my face was killing me because I have a sinus infection and just started the antibiotic yesterday. I had things I needed to take care of after church was over, so I stuck it out and tried not to look too pathetic, though I was feeling that way.

By the time I walked out to the parking lot, my tights were at my knees and a sweet friend helped me carry everything out to the car since Ben had a meeting after church and then was speaking in the next ward. I came home, took my antibiotic and two tylenol, fed Eli lunch, and put him down for his nap.

But he didn't nap. He jumped around, talked and hollered, threw books out of his crib (with big thumps) and yelled for dada, boppy, etc. I chose to ignore him (he wasn't crying after all) and just laid in bed, waiting for the tylenol to kick in and stop my head from pounding. I went in after an hour had passed, thinking maybe his diaper was stinky... But no, he was just hyper for no real reason and not settling down. We read some books and I tried putting him down again. Another hour passed with no luck. Thankfully Ben came home and took care of him while I napped and woke up feeling a little better.

So now it's 10:30 p.m. I'm hoping I can fall asleep soon! This week should be less crazy and I'm looking forward to being more low key. Some days are just easier than others...