We're All a Little Tired by Tiffany Andrea

Author:Tiffany Andrea [Tiffany Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Burden of Proofreading Publishing
Published: 2023-10-05T00:00:00+00:00

In the Same Vein

Twenty-six weeks pregnant with triplets is not comfortable. Nor attractive. The first time I felt one of the boys’ kicks, I was beyond excited. The first time a kick was strong enough for Liam to feel one, he was overjoyed. Now, they’re just in there like the Karate Kids, with an affinity for tapdancing on my bladder. I can barely sleep. Getting out of a chair takes effort rivaling an Olympic decathlon, and I’m seriously considering painting over our bathroom mirror.

I’m living in Liam’s clothes now. Once he complained about me stretching out his t-shirts. Once. Now he knows better.

Safe to say, I’m freaking miserable. If I’m not asleep, I’m tired; no, I’m exhausted. If I’m not keeping my mind occupied with something, I’m sitting around doubting my mothering abilities, and fearing for the future my children will face. It’s probably uncommon for anyone to go into parenthood with great confidence, but I have zero.

Not to mention, after a long discussion with Liam, we agreed it was best I take a leave of absence from work and prioritize the babies’ safety, so I’ve been bored out of my mind. If I’m being totally honest though, I was too tired to be efficient at work.

There have been no major issues with my pregnancy since our scare at sixteen weeks, but that doesn’t mean it’s been easy. The travel back and forth for appointments is exhausting, and while I’m grateful Dola has been available to take me, I am feeling a little resentful of Liam’s job because he hasn’t been able to be present. At times, it’s as if I’m going through this process alone, and it’s wearing on me, worried that raising our kids will be the same. His work obligations won’t change just because our children vacate my body. How is Liam going to cope with work and home demands? He might be a great man, but he’s not Superman.

I’m lying on the sofa with the TV on, but not watching it. Reading was a lost cause because I couldn’t focus. I just keep spiralling down the “I know I’m going to be a terrible mother” train of thought.

Ding Dong.

No one called to say they were coming, so the doorbell catches me by surprise. I’m tempted to ignore it in hopes whoever it is will go away, but I know no one would show up here without good reason.

I waddle to the door to find the woman who was the first person to love me. The first person whom I loved in return.

“Hi, Sweetheart. Sorry to just drop by, but I was driving home and had this overwhelming feeling to stop in.” She peeks her head past me through the door. “Are you busy?”

I look down at myself—braless, wearing Liam’s stretched t-shirt with a grease stain on my left boob, and track pants. Nailing this hot-mess-mom business. “No, I’m not busy. Just being a lazy blob. Same as yesterday.”

Zara’s eyes drop, scanning my ever-growing midsection. “Do you want to go for a little walk? The weather is beautiful.

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