Hoping for a better day...

Yesterday was a rough day. I don't know if it was the lack of sleep from the night before, the hormones from the pregnancy, or just the general state of "uncomfortable-ness" that I've come to live in, but it was just a rotten day. I was all over the board emotionally - from happy to sad, angry to elated, but mostly focused on the more negative emotions. I know that the biggest factor in all of this has been the stress of knowing that this baby can come any day now...seriously, any day! I feel so unprepared. My house is such a mess. All of the baby's clothes, sheets, towels, etc are still unwashed. My hospital bag isn't packed. I still have thank you notes to write and deliver from my work shower. And the list could go on and on. This morning, I thought that we should most definitely check the batteries in the fire detectors (after pointing out to Danny a couple of nights ago that the chandelier in the kitchen needs dusting). I'm so not used to asking for help from others, but there's so much that I just can't do anymore. Bending over has become increasingly difficult (putting on my shoes has become quite the feat each morning). I really wish that I had more paid time off so I could take the week off before the baby comes to prepare, but we just can't afford that right now if I want to be home with the baby for 10-12 weeks.

I need to not start today off complaining....I probably did enough of that yesterday. This weekend will be great, I'm sure of it. I have a slower day at work today, and got in extra early this morning (up before my alarm at 5:45 a.m.), so I'm hoping to sneak out a few minutes early this afternoon. I only have three therapy sessions, a little bit of paperwork, and a few phone calls standing between me and home this afternoon. Guess I'd better hop to it!