Housewife of the Year

Let me explain to you the type of woman/mother/housewife I've become. If I awaken before 10 am (and most days I do unless my husband so graciously lets me sleep in), I spend the morning dragging myself from the couch to the kitchen. And if I'm not big enough to spot, I can usually be found by following the sounds of burps around the house (it could be worse).

I take care of my son, meet all of his needs, manage to play Memory and read Winnie-the-Pooh while wearing nausea bracelets and a sports bra. Side note: I have two points to make here. 1. I thought the nausea was over? 2. My breasts are extremely tender... only a sports bra brings me comfort. Don't judge. I rarely make it out of my pajamas until after noon, let alone into the shower. I typically trip over my son's lined up toys at least once during the day and mixing his medicine brings me to tears (the gag thing again). My toes are in dire need of a pedicure, my son is in need of some outside time, and Brock is in need of a new housewife who can meet the needs of this crazy place. All applicants will be interviewed by me (I could use another set of hands).

And to top it all off, I'm looking more like this unfortunate fellow than any resemblance to the poster behind him. Pregnancy is getting the best of me. Autism has the rest.