Worn Out

Being pregnant is making me constantly exhausted. I went to bed at 10 o'clock last night, slept till 5:30 when Chris' alarm went off, and still feel tired at 9:30. That's almost 8 hours in bed. Granted, I didn't sleep well because Addi's monitor woke me a few times when she wimpered, but I shouldn't be tired before 10am! I don't get anything done but some knitting and all the baby tasks - feeding, changing, bottle-ing, napping, reading stories, getting changed, baths... etc. So therefore when Chris gets home from work, he doesn't see that there are six poopy diapers in the trash can, or five wet spots on the carpet from barf clean up, or the 3 different food containers half empty in the fridge from the taste test of picky baby. He sees the dirty dishes in one side of the sink, the sheets that are still on our bed and haven't been washed, the pieces of puffs on the carpet that aren't vacuumed up, and the fact that even though I "did nothing all day" I couldn't get out of the house and do something. How can he now understand that something as simple to him as going to the store is a task that takes me 3 hours to complete. He doesn't think about the outfit change and meal before leaving, or packing the diaper bag, or all the lifting and shifting of Addi and her seat once at the store, and the entertaining of her while trying to read the list, find the food, and not pick up junk.