I am tired.

I have been tired since the night Lucy was born, but I've always ignored this fact.  Parents don't get enough sleep - this is not new information.  Practical Taylor knows this, but, unfortunately, Practical Taylor has been gagged for the duration of this post, and Whiny Taylor is hosting a pity party.  And you're all invited!  Join me as I document the joys of having a toddler - which may seem earth-shattering now, but come August will seem like a dream!!

Every minute that I spend with Lucy is fueled by adrenaline; I don't let myself stop or feel tired until she goes down.  Last night she ran (yes, literally ran) out of the bathroom no less than THREE times while I was filling the tub.  Once in the tub, she slid up and down the length of the tub on her tush, belly flopped, dunked her face, and splashed and kicked until her gills were content.  (All of which was adorable and hilarious to watch, but exhausting nonetheless.)  And don't even get me started on dressing her for bed!  It's a wrestling match; she thinks it's a game.  She runs away, dives onto the boppy or hides behind the bedroom door, and I grab her by the ankles and drag her back; which makes her laugh even harder and move even faster.  And there I am, sitting on the floor in a pregnant heap, trying not to move more than I have to, begging her to come back.  (My doctor told me to limit bending and to lift no more than 20 pounds.  She was joking, right?)

I occasionally want to burst into tears; and I occasionally look to the door, hoping to see reinforcements have arrived.  But I always, always, always end up laughing hysterically with my goofy girl.

Surely I'm not the only one.  Mommas, pregnant or not, are you exhausted after chasing your kid(s) around all day?