Pregzilla in the midst

Everything seems to be stuck in the middle. The day, the week, my pregnancy, the addition. Every day there's more to do than the last. I really feel like I am getting bigger by the minute and the ability to work tirelessly becomes shorter and shorter. I am needy. In need of all this to gracefully be done and PASS. Am I wishing time away? Maybe. Do I feel like I need to go to a spa and preggy retreat until I give birth or the house is done? Yes.