I'm tired...no, really really tired

Hello third trimester.

I love you because you are bringing me closer to the time where I meet my babies.

I don't like you because you are making me so tired. So so so tired.

How do moms do it? I work full time, but don't have any kids yet. I wonder how moms who work and have a kid already do the third trimester with the second baby. Or third. Or fourth.

I just dragged my tired self away from my desk to get lunch across the street at my favorite deli called Chicken.

I got an egg salad.

They do make good chicken.

I also wanted a bowl of their Harvest Grain soup -- it's so yum. But a man kind of cut ahead of me in line, wanting the same soup. I let him go first without saying anything. Too tired to open my big mouth.

Big mistake there. He got the last bowl. Just as I asked for small bowl of Harvest Grain, the server was pouring the last of it into the man's cup. You would think this man would feel bad about cutting me then taking the last bowl of the soup I asked for. He didn't.

I waddled to the counter to pay, defeated.

I wish I could nap.