I don’t know whether it’s the cold weather or the fact that I am 174 lbs and 33 weeks pregnant or potentially both, but I’m feeling depressed. It also doesn’t help that when I woke up this morning the first thing that greeted me was a giant pile of cat vomit.

It’s hard to move around, go up and down stairs, chase after Ari, or do much of anything besides eat. I can’t even sleep! This is not even the worst part. My mood is so low. I’m straight up depressed, there’s no up and down anymore.

I’d really like to have this baby already. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking to have her today, that would bring on a whole new set of complications. But, it’s tough to be pregnant in the winter. I suppose it’s not easy to be pregnant any time of the year, but having a giant uterus with a fetus inside of it attached to you in the brutally cold weather presents it’s own set of challenges.

For instance, by the time I get the energy to do anything or go anywhere, there is a limited amount of daylight left for me to experience.

I’ve met a bunch of moms with two kids that have told me that it feels much better (not that it’s easier by any means) to have two kids (a toddler and a newborn) rather than being pregnant and having a toddler.

A newborn, they say, is very portable (I remember this with Ari) and you can put them in a baby carrier and run around after your older child.

All I know is that I am tired of being pregnant. The End!

Anyone out there feeling the same way? Or do you remember being tired of being pregnant? Or does this rant make you afraid of becoming pregnant? Don’t be afraid, it’s worth it in the end. I can tell you firsthand.