I am toe-tapping my way into the third trimester and I am more of a basket case than any semblance of a prepared mother. Glenn Frey's 80's hit "The Heat is On" is running loops in my head. Just for kicks I watched the You Tube video, and found myself relating to the various scenes of Eddie Murphy being chased around the set of the Beverly Hills Cop movie at gunpoint. Deep breath (if only I could take one).

I spent the last week with family vacationing in Central Oregon. There were nieces and nephews of all ages, all with one thing in common...their dependency on the adult set. I adore my nieces and nephews, but am honestly exhausted by the thought of having my own. Plus I think I am physically exhausted becuase a good night's sleep eludes me. I have pillows stuffed in every crack and crevice and still manage to toss and turn. What I need is a deep breath (if only I could take one).

I got home last night, sat down on the couch, ready to relax with the hubby and the first thing that caught my eye was my OB-GYN appointment calendar for the next three months. I'm starting the bi-monthly visits this month, which leads to the weekly visits which leads to me coming home with a crying baby who won't let me sleep. What have we gotten ourselves into? Deep breath (if only I could take one).

I am hoping I can switch the Glenn Frey track playing in my head from "The Heat is On" to "Desperado", cuz this fat bellied bee-otch needs to come to my senses.