My eyes don’t want to stay open.  My body doesn’t want to let me stand for more than a few minutes without sending waves of nausea and great fatigue.  My brain doesn’t want to let me carry thoughts through to completion.  And, unfortunately, this has been my usual state for several days.  Rather than making huge strides toward getting tasks accomplished before a baby arrives, I am finding daily tasks to be too much for me.  I wonder why.  I get discouraged.  I feel completely inadequate.  I wish I could be a better wife and a better mom.  I try to see God in this, but it’s hard.  I guess life is just hard, sometimes.