With two more days of single motherhood ahead of me, i have realized this way of life has put me in a mood. I have little patience with the toddler and haven't been as "fun" as usual. As a matter of fact, my sense of humor has been little to none. My pelvis feels like it could crack in two, right in the crotch every time my legs move. I think the baby has decided it wants out and it will kick like hell right at my ribs or bladder to get there (um, no longer cute). And as i deteriorate and drown in this pity potty, i try to imagine how the hell am i to keep up with a newborn.
Coping mechanisms? Bought way too much candy for halloween and have been consuming it. Bought a movie just for the hell of it (who rents movies anymore?). Going to bed at 9:30. Will start napping again when the toddler naps.