“I’m waiting for my real life to begin” ~Colin Hay
In just a few short weeks I will be changing over from the world of two small kids to three small kids. Most people wouldn’t want to speed this up, relishing in the smaller family world for just a few more moments. But for me, this couldn’t be further from the the truth. It’s not so much that I’m ready to be stretched thinner than I already I. It’s simply that I’m ready to get my life back.
I get it, really I do. I’ve had my fair share of fertility problems, more than I care to even admit. I understand that being pregnant is a gift that not everyone gets to receive. But that doesn’t mean I like it. I can’t wait for baby #3 to get here. I love feelings her kick and move. I’m ready for her to become the piece to put our family puzzle together.
But for the most part I really hate being pregnant. And I can guarantee you this is not about the wine. I hate not being able to eat certain foods simply because they *might* cause some sort of harm. I hate choking down my three pre-natal vitamins every day (and therefor become horribly constipated), I hate not being able to sleep more than an hour at a time because I need to pee, or simply roll over relieving some pressure on my hips, I hate not being able to wear real pants, I hate being tired ALL THE TIME, I hate not being able to run, I hate not being able to breathe, I hate not being able to take real medicine when I’m sick, and I really hate waiting.
I’m ready to get my life back together.
I’m ready to get this party started because I can already tell it’s going to be a hell of a good time.