Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“What’s it?”
“That’s why I’ve been feeling so crappy this week. I’ve been so damn tired. I haven’t felt this tired since—“
“Since the first trimester of the last baby.”
It was that way with all of them. She didn’t struggle with the horrific morning sickness that my sister or cousins did, but she spent the first three months so exhausted she could barely get out of bed.
It actually became how we knew she was pregnant after we noticed it with the first two. Well before the stick changed colors, she was falling asleep sitting up on the couch or napping on the hammock out back while the kids played. Or, once, literally passing out in a pile of clean laundry she was folding.
“I’ve been so grumpy because I’m so damn tired and there hasn’t been any time to nap.”
It was summer, after all. And the kids were two full-time jobs without school to allow Dasha to get some free time.
“Are you alright?” I asked. We hadn’t actually discussed a sixth kid. Though we also hadn’t exactly been taking precautions against one.
“I’m honestly relieved,” she said, letting out a deep breath. “I was getting really upset about how moody I’ve been. But it makes sense if there’s an actual reason for it.”
“You haven’t been moody,” I assured her. I would have noticed. It wasn’t like her.
“I’ve been feeling moody,” she clarified. “But it’s because I’ve been so tired.”
“Sounds like it’s time to dump off my workload onto someone else,” I said, reaching to tuck her hair behind her ears.
“No, that’s not—“
“You are going to be getting as many daily naps as you need from here on out,” I cut her off.
“You need to be able to work,” she insisted.
“Why?” I asked, shooting her a smirk. “Last time I checked, I married a really wealthy woman.”
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