warning *whiny post*

my goodness gracious, it's been busy. and the worst part is i've been busy and i don't even know what's been eating up my time.

i think my time management is going down the drain. i get home (and the past couple of days it's been later than usual), we make dinner and then crash on the couch and watch whatever lame-o tv show is on... and before we know it, it's 10:30pm and time for a shower and bed.

despite the fact that we see each other every night, we can barely muster the energy to have proper conversations with each other. i'm pooped ALL THE TIME. i've become THAT whiney, tired pregnant woman i swore i'd never become. everything just aches/hurts/pinches. getting off the couch is a pain in the ass (literally), turning in bed is equally a challenge and i'll be over the moon if i can actually sleep through a nite for a change! sigh.

so yeah, we have 2 months more to go... far too many errands to run, and i feel like an 80-year-old woman. then again, my 80-year-old grandma probably has more energy than i do at this point. bleah. i can't touch my toes, showering is becoming an acrobatic feat cos have i mentioned that i'm really inflexible to start off with?? soaping my extremities has never been more of a challenge... grr.

my only consolation right now is that i have *yet* to waddle. i'm fighting that like the plague. the one day you see me waddling is the one day you'll know that i've given up the fight and just cannot be bothered to be civilised no more. yup.

but yes, i'm just glad that at least the baby girlie's doing fine. i can put up with all the aches and pains as long as the girlie is doing well.. at least the discomfort's for a purpose. the count-down has begun to D-day... thank goodness!