I'm so overdue on blogging about what it is (for me) to be pregnant for the first time, I should be flogged. But I'd probably pass out as the first lash was headed my way, falling down with just enough time to hear the whoosh of the leather flogging whippy thing over my head. Because that's how tired I am. No one tells you how tired you can get. I emailed a friend of mine (a long overdue reply due to the fact that I couldn't walk to my computer without falling asleep) and in the email I wrote, "When your body is making a person, you get tired." She said I should make that saying into a t-shirt. ...
