Where's the light at the end of the tunnel?

I just don't know.

I guess it's hard coming back from vacation to face the reality of bills. And extra bills, thanks to having my fucking appendix taken out.

And I'm sure that just when I feel okay and caught up, I'll get the next installment of our COBRA bill. I hate this shit.

I'm torn, because I do have an idea for a business, but I don't want to sacrifice the time with my kids, even though they'll be going to school. Oh, yeah, and I'll be starting all over with the final baby in October anyway.

Crying seems to be the only thing I want to do lately. It seems to be the only thing I can do.

The baby is kicking like crazy, almost to say "HELLO?! I'm in here! WTF is going on out there?" And it's really uncomfortable. I know I'll love her when she gets here, it's just really hard to love someone that's kicking and punching you and you can't even see their face.

Sorry for the randomness. Antepartum depression and all that...