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First and foremost, I am a Christian woman: I love Jesus! In this blog you will find stories of trying to conceive with PCOS, MTHFR, Poor egg quality, a unicornuate uteterus, and too many babies in heaven. It is a good thing God is the ultimate healer! Here you will find praise! and you may also find venting (I'm not perfect...) and you will find other stories of my crazy life. All the while through this journey I am holding on to scripture & hoping to one day be a mother here on Earth (waiting on God & His perfect timing...why am I so impatient?) But in the meantime, here you will find me: Jessica, loving wife, hopeful heart of a mother, and faithful friend.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Zombie Mode

I am EXHAUSTED. Like last night I was so tired I felt drunk. James looks at me and says, "Are you pregnant?" Honestly, not a clue. So today will be buying a test to at least rule that out. My period was due yesterday, but I don't think I have even ovulated, and if I did I definitely missed all of the signs. So who really knows. As much as I would be excited to have another baby, at this point I don't know how well I would function on the exhaustion, plus school, plus teething boy, you get the picture.

In reality I think it is Mr. Matthew's teething and the wanting to wake up at 130am to play/be crabby. And the every 2 hours beyond that. I let him cry himself to sleep, followed by getting him bc he was crying, and then putting him down at 145 because he wouldn't fall back asleep. He cried off and on for 20-30 minutes. Felt horrid. But I need sleep.

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