*I had a different subject in mind when I sat down to write today. Instead, you get this. 🙂

I’m approaching the final countdown at nearly 30 weeks pregnant, and so far, I’ve been really lucky and blessed to feel really good. I never threw up and I survived a semester of grad school without complications. When I’m honest and rational, I really have no complaints.

But, guys, I’m tired. I’m getting to the point where I don’t sleep comfortably or soundly anymore. And I know what you’re thinking: “Just wait til baby comes!” “You’ll never sleep again!” “Muahaha!”

Being tired is what I’m most worried about. I’m not my kindest, most patient, best self when tired. None of us are.

I know that I won’t live up to my expectations; I already fail myself pretty frequently.

So, village, if you notice me frazzled or cranky, or that I’ve only put concealer under one dark-circled eye, remind me to cut myself some slack. Give myself some grace. And to go take a nap. Everything else can wait.