I'm so tired. I'm sick of crying and sick of being tired. I hate that I can't even make it three hours without crying. Jared says he's so proud of me and making it through 2 hours and 53 minutes of church, and he says that I'm the best wife he could ever have. But sometimes I wonder - if I'm such a good wife, how come I didn't spend my time this weekend cleaning the kitchen or bathroom? Both of which seriously need it. I'm very glad that I have some doctor appointments this week. Hopefully I can find out what's wrong.