Bedtime takes a long time with my son because sometimes he decides that after the pajamas and the teeth brushing and the prayer and the running around and the family hug and the reading of a book it is time for a big poop in his diaper.
That sort of long bedtime that culminates in a smelly diaper is not good for an exhausted and nauseated pregnant mom.
But I survived it.
Other triumphs of the day include making dinner for my family. And well, that’s all, but I think it counts for multiples triumphs.
Also. I’ve taken to eating pickles every now and again. Like just now. A few bread and butter pickle slices and some chocolate milk at bedtime.