I am 8 months pregnant. Yesterday I sobbed the whole day. Going from being extremely angry to sad and feeling hopeless. Hormones, my friends.
Today though, I somehow cleaned the kitchen, made pancakes, got some design work done, made play dough, made enchiladas and rice (okay the enchiladas were frozen), made pasta with broiled tomatoes, listened to a podcast, and set up a painting toilet paper roll craft. That seems like a lot to me right now and I feel like a pretty okay mom.