A little story

Once upon a time there was this girl who decided that she needed to have another baby. This was a smart girl, a clever girl. A girl who knew what she was made of and knew her limits. So she did it, she procreated. SHAZAM! Now this girl had done this before. Three times people, she was a pro at growin' babes in her womb. But like all good stories this one has a twist. Turns out, a pro she was not. She was ridiculous. Unmotivated, tired, sloppy, weepy, whiney and not a little bit crazy. She neglected her children, her husband, her home, her friends, her family, her blog, her duties. She grew and grew unitl she was the size of a healthy baby hippo, with no end in sight. She despised her doctor, her toenails, her wardrobe, the smell of boiled eggs, and Joan Rivers. She became seriously addicted to Dr. Pepper, reality T.V. chili/lime ramen noodles, all things sweet and Tums. She developed a waddle, amnesia, and a complex. She was hopeless.
But don't give up on her. She is going to find that strength and ability she knows is deep inside and she is going to rise above(imagine Eye of the Tiger starting to build) She is going to clean her house. She is going to blog. She is going to take this pregnancy to the next level. She will overcome. Just you wait...............................................