on your marks...

the past week or so, everyday has felt like some horrible race.  one where there are a billion things to do while balancing a ming vase on my head.  a race against time, and a race of endurance.  and always, at the end of the day, i am beat.  exhausted.  my back hurts, my guts are being pummeled from the inside, and the last thing i want to do is get up, from the bed, to pee (because i always have to pee).  but the worst part is knowing that tomorrow, i have to wake up and race all over again.  i have to do more of the same, and i will have the same pains and owies. tomorrow i will be at 36 weeks.  so i don't have much more of the marathon of being pregnant...  soon i will begin the marathon of being a mother of four.