Discovering the Limits of Prego

I discovered today some of my limits while being prego. After yesterday's two-plus-hour zoo trip and todays three-hour Nutcracker Market shoppig excursion, I had a grumpy meltdown. I was exhausted, and then, while trying to get dinner ready at home, there was dog barking and parmasean cheese tossing, and then a Sawyer Incident.

I looked over to see Saw on his chill area by the fireplace, with something on his hands, going, "Gross! Gross!" Remembering suddenly an incident a few months back, I said, "Mom? That's not poop is it?" Sure enough. Poop.

Thankfully this time he wasn't eating it and understood that it was gross. How he got it from his diaper to his hand, I'm not quite sure, but it was sort of the cherry on top of a tired day. I need to realize that I have limits. I may not need a nap every day (or ever), but I do need to have some chill time where I'm not walking for hours or out of the house for so long. The Beast is in there, and The Beast needs Mommy to rest.