I've hit that point in pregnancy where I just can't. It's not that I don't want to, I just can't. I can't think straight. I can't walk quite right. I can't sleep through the night. I can't eat comfortably. I can't bend. I can't keep my patience. And I can't believe there's really a baby coming in just a couple of weeks.
But I can still shower my little boys with love and popsicles and apologies for all the things I can't.