Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Freak out.

So my "body" hasn't progressed in three weeks.  THREE WEEKS.  And I am due Friday.  And I am a hormonal, pregnant mess.  A mess I tell you.

And I would really like to see my feet.  Super.  For real, ya'll.

That being said, I am freaked out.  Nothing that every other mother on the planet hasn't had, but all the same it is my freak out. 

We move all the time.  We have no family and start every move with no real friends.  Thus, we three T's?  Are a tight knit three.  G has been everywhere, done everything with us.  She is our light.  Our joy.  She is glue.  She makes her mom and her dad better people.  Much. Better.  People.

She is so much like me.  Read:  loves and needs attention.  Tons of it.  Attention to the point where Ralph and I and all of her teachers are exhausted at the end of the day.  In a jubilant, good way.  But all the same, it is a full time job.  Which oh yeah, RT and I have two of those...too.

So how am I going to do it?  How am I going to be the best mom to G and the best mom to Baby T? 

My heart is pounding out of my chest right now.  POUNDING.

Oh, and I am anti induction because of my huge fear of a c section.  So what if my body never progresses and I never see my waist again?

Hello hormones.  You are so much fun.


Tonia said...

Everything will work out. It always does. I love that necklace by the way.

What happened to the pictures?

Amanda said...

Oh my goodness! You are so close, girl! I will be praying for you. Adjusting to two is challenging at first but you all will click and hit your stride in no time. You are going to do GREAT. And Gia's going to be a wonderful big sister.