103 Days to go.

I am so tired.
I want to lay my head on my desk
and sleep the afternoon away.

My sleep at night is disturbed,always.
Disturbed by bathroom trips and the
flip flop of trying to find a position
that is comfortable enough.
Disturbed by animals, two cats one dog
and a husband.

I have 12 more days until I enter
the third and final trimester.
AND the point where baby gains
the most weight.

I don’t feel all that big yet,
except of course when I am trying
to sleep and the brick in my belly
weighs heavy on the bed.

I still have like 103 days to go.
I’m not complaining. I’m just
explaining to all y’all that
I am a walking zombie today.