Tuesday, July 3, 2012

and then I cried.

I am proud to report that I have done a much better job at not crying every. single. day these last weeks of pregnancy. I may even go so far to say that I am enjoying these last weeks of pregnancy. {Pick up your chin from the keyboard, I really did just said that!} It has everything to do with not going to work, my family is noticing...and I don't mind this happy state I am in.

Last night I was in this bubble of bliss, and then it happen. I cried, the ugly kind.

I cried because I am worried about my husband who is working endless amounts of hours, not sleeping, and is overwhelmed.

I cried because I want everything to work out perfectly, I know this is unrealistic...but I am still hoping for it.

I cried because I am afraid of failing.

I cried because I am doing my best, and there is always going to be someone that doesn't think your best is good enough.

I cried because I just want us to catch a break.

And then I started to cry because I feel overly blessed with what I have. My husband has been so supportive, I wish I could list everything that he has done. My kids have been so well behaved, helpful, loving, and say the kindest things to me. I am adding a baby to our family, and I feel so overwhelmed with love for her.

I wiped my tears, and I decided my pity party needed to be over...because gosh darn it the tears were really unnecessary...
The joy of being 39 weeks pregnant.

2 comments:

kendahl said...

39 weeks pregnant and your toes were still cute. Is that even allowed? :)

~kamie~ said...

I am so glad you enjoyed your last weeks of pregnancy. I am so glad you have an amazing family.
I am so glad you are home!
I am so glad your beautiful Sabrina arrived safely.
I am so glad you are you.