So now that I have shared with you
the secret that I've been keeping
for a few weeks, I will share with you
when it all came about and how I'm feeling.
It was a Sunday morning
and I woke up, and it hit me.....
Uhhhh, when was the last time Aunt Flow
came to visit me? I mean, EVERY 30
days, like clockwork that grouchy hag
invades my life for a whole week.
the secret that I've been keeping
for a few weeks, I will share with you
when it all came about and how I'm feeling.
It was a Sunday morning
and I woke up, and it hit me.....
Uhhhh, when was the last time Aunt Flow
came to visit me? I mean, EVERY 30
days, like clockwork that grouchy hag
invades my life for a whole week.
But....
Not this month.
So, being the obsessive
"must know everything NOW"
gal that I am, I bought a $1 dollar tree
test, positive.
Bought a box of EPT with 3 tests, took all
three, positive as well.
I cried. I cried more than I have in a while.
I then imagined myself juggling a four year old
and an infant, how hard it's going to be to be
up all night and have to go to work...
How expensive it will be...
How exhausted I will be...
How stressed I will be...
How tired I will be...wait...I already said that.
But I'm scared.
I'm scared of how hard this pregnancy
will be, because so far, it's nothing like the last.
I've spent many mornings,
and even some nights hunched over the toilet,
when I never got sick once with Parker.
So, while I feel so bad, I'm scared people
will think I'm weak, that I'm not trying hard
enough, that I should just suck it up.
But I have a dream.
A dream of a house full of kiddos arguing,
and wrestling, and hugging and cuddling.
I dream of hectic weekday mornings dropping
kids off at their daily destinations.
I dream of crazy Saturdays running around between
soccer games, and baseball tournaments.
I dream of a full house, with bunk beds and toy chests
and more bicycles than we have room for.
I dream of growing old,
and waking up on Christmas to a house jam packed
with grandkids, and locking eyes with Jeremy across
the room and smiling, knowing exactly what each
others thinking. That it was all totally worth it.
Now that I have shared the news with everyone,
family, friends and of course FACEBOOK,
I can now JUMP for joy.
Here's to preparing for
No Sleep
Chubby Cheeks
Pudgy toes
Fit in the palm of your hand newborn diapers
Fuzzy Hair
Blow Outs
Puffy Lips
Feetsie PJs
And a reason to be better...
in the next several months.
I hope lil babe starts taking it easier on you. By the time he or she is here, Parker will be a little older and able to help with his little brother or sister. =] Oh how I miss fuzzy hair and tiny diapers!
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