We are so blessed to be having our little Peanut.
On that same note, in all honesty, I am so very tired of being pregnant. I do not have the same giggly excitement I had with the others.
For the most part, I think it’s the pain that keeps me from really enjoying it this go around. I have not been able to walk or sit comfortably since the second month. Laying down has now become a complicated circus act to find the ‘right’ spot. Only to be called on by one of our lovely daughters, lose my spot, and have to start all over again.
I am tired, and frustrated.
I want to want to have a date night with my husband again (thank you wacked out hormones).
Come to find out I really like the guy.
I find myself getting angry at family who “offer” things that on the front seem helpful or enjoyable, but they don’t see that it is just going to wear me out, cause me stress, or put me further behind.
I am becoming more selfish every day. I don’t like that. Some say that it’s okay to be a little selfish. They say I need to say ‘no’ once in a while. They say I’m not being selfish, I’m being prideful; insisting that I can still do all of this all by myself.
I’m not sure who is right.
I know I’m ready for the final countdown. I’m ready to have my body back. I’m ready to feel normal again.
And most important, I’m ready to hold little Peanut in my arms instead of just patting his/her little booty through my tummy.