33.5 weeks

I think that even though I had a pretty rough first trimester and the last few weeks were the most difficult time of my life, I've had a pretty smooth pregnancy. The stress of Jesse leaving me had a pretty negative impact on my health, physical and emotional, duh, but I'm very happy to say that Optimus Prime appears to be doing well. He's grown a ton in the past month and so has my belly. Finally! I have gained back the weight that I lost when this all happened. I am getting about 6 hours of sleep most nights. And again, my belly is huge and I swear it gets bigger every day. It's getting more and more difficult to pack my stuff because I'm so tired and I just can't move around like I could even a week ago. I realized it's pretty hard on me emotionally as well so I avoid, avoid, avoid. I've always been good at procrastinating but I feel like I've outdone myself on this one. So much to do, so little time. I decided that I can't beat myself up about it and will continue to do a teeny tiny bit at a time if that's all I can do. I think I have spent the past 4, almost 5, weeks beating myself up wondering where I went wrong, why didn't I see this coming, apologizing to Optimus Prime, trying to understand what just happened. I'm okay with cutting me some slack if I need to take some time to pack up and move from the only life and home I've known for the past 7 years.