Sick of me yet?
Oh man what a great week and a half it's been into the second trimester!!! I feel so much better about life that it's not even funny, not even a little bit. Even though that first tri was rough, I still can't complain compared to most women.
Can I be honest? In a way I'm totally tired of talking about pregnancy and babies. But then I find myself always talking about it? How is that possible? Is that what motherhood is like? Totally exhausting, totally consuming and yet all you end up doing it continuously obsessing over your babies?
Things at home couldn't be better. I wonder if I'll miss the Mr. acting on my every request and whim, making me breakfast in the am, and making sure baby and I are well taken care of in every way. It's selfish and I know it and yet I seem to enjoy it before the time comes where mine and his needs come second rate. Sometimes I don't think it's wrong to be selfish in our relationship with each other, treating each other as if we are the only thing that exists on the planet. It has made us strong and ready for this. The last 11 years have been all working up to this moment and in any other time in our lives we would have not been prepared quite as well as now to be parents in fact we probably wouldn't have made through together. We are centered, partied out, and ready to start the next chapter in our lives.