Ok, I'm kind of starting to freak out a little. He's moving a lot more now, but not so much that people can feel him on the outside of my belly. What really has me going, though, is that next week I'll be six months pregnant. Which means 24 weeks. Which means 3 and a half months to get everything done. AHHHHHH!
So what I'm trying to do, to take the stress off, is go see my friends in plays, go out to dinner, enjoy the quiet time I have left, the freedom I have to go where and when I want, because those days are going to be pretty limited for some time. I know that I have no idea what's in store for me, and that's ok, because that's just life. I didn't know how Los Angeles would turn out, I didn't know how I'd survive Mom's death, I didn't know what 10 years of marriage would be like. But here I am, all the stronger and wiser, and now I feel as ready as I'll ever be for this next great chapter...
...at least that's what I keep telling myself. It doesn't always work.
2 comments:
:-) Cant wait to see you guys as parents. You'll be wonderful!
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