Exhausted

I got about seven hours of sleep last night. I took a three hour nap this afternoon. It is 10:30 pm and I feel so exhausted I want to just pass out...but the energy it would take to climb up the stairs and put pajamas on seems impossible.  I have done nothing physical today other than a 20 minute walk around Lowe's in the morning and a 30 minute walk around Costco this evening. Seriously, I have barely even moved other than that.  Yet I feel just as exhausted as when I would spend an entire school day on my feet with 150 students then go grocery shopping, shuffle Ryan to and from preschool, then head to class for three hours at night then stay up doing homework and get only four hours of sleep.  Seriously.  I know making a baby takes some extra energy...but come on.  I dread having to walk up the stairs at the end of the day.  I have seriously considered keeping a stash of clothes, toiletries and bedding downstairs so I can just live down here.  Is that too pathetic??

Over the past week, Baby Bean has become fiercely active.  More so than I ever remember Ryan being when I was pregnant with him.  Her kicking/rolling/tumbling/partying has literally woken me up from my sleep, and she gets so crazy when I lay down to go to bed that it can take hours for me to even fall asleep.  Most other mothers have reacted to this saying it is normal for most babies at nighttime...but the funny part is that little K stays that active all day long.  Pete seems to think this is the reason why I am so utterly exhausted - because she is taking up all of my energy to maintain her hyper antics 24 hours a day.  I have to admit...this frightens me a bit.  What will she be like as an infant?  Ryan was a very calm baby. The only problems I ever had with him involved trying to get him to sleep when he didn't want to or dealing with how often he was sick, but other than that, he was pretty chill.  He never had colic, was rarely fussy for no reason, he preferred to sit and play rather than run around, and even now as a child he is pretty calm (once you get used to the non-stop talking).  I have a feeling that little Bean may not posses that kind of temperament, if her activity in my uterus is any indication of future behavior.  I'm worried that I may not have the energy to keep up...

In other news...

I have the sweetest son in the world.  He got mad at another kid when they were outside playing because the other kid wanted to pretend that I was a monster.  Ryan wouldn't have it.  "I don't want my mom to be the monster!!", he yelled as he ran up and hugged me protectively. Seriously. That boy is the love of my life.

My awesome husband moved heavy furniture around a tiny bedroom for like four hours straight until I finally found an arrangement for the nursery that I was happy with. If only I would have discovered that we could fit the changing table in the closet four hours earlier than I did, it would have saved him a lot of work.  Oops.

Okay. I need to go take a shower.  But showers completely wear me out.  I want to go take a bath. But the thought of doing so makes me more tired.  Holy hell, I.AM.RIDCULOUS.  If I were anyone else I would slap myself in the face and say "get over it you wussy."

But instead...I think I'll just go to sleep.  Probably on the couch, in my jeans. Ugh. Whatever.