I confess that…
… I can’t stop myself from picking up my phone if I wake in the middle of the night.
… I am so beyond tired of people asking me if we are “done with two”.
… I want my house to be so clean, so badly and have no energy to make it happen.
… my mom is supposed to be coming as soon as this baby is born, and I’m not letting myself get my hopes up.
… I am actually really getting my hopes up.
… I am most excited to have a new baby because I miss breastfeeding so desperately.
… beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’m terrified to have a baby GIRL.
… we actually do NOT have a name picked out.
… it doesn’t stress me out at all.
… I have been so excited to get the nursery done, and it probably wont happen before she gets here.
… I am actually okay with that. I could use some help.
… I occasionally throw make-up on over make-up as a ‘refresher’ because I didn’t shower.
… I am in no hurry for baby girl to get here, but I am so tired of working I hope it’s sooner than later.
… 12 hour shifts now feel 20 hours long, and I’m exhausted at the end. And in the middle. And usually at the beginning.
… I was going to buy a new lens for my camera, and I bought an iPhone 4 instead.
… I laugh each and EVERY time I fart, and baby girl jumps.
… I am actually counting down the hours until we are cleared to come off of ‘pelvic rest’ (translation: we can have SEX again.)
… I am the Queen of Overshare.
… I figured if you didn’t accept that, you wouldn’t be here.
… I want to comment on every single blog that I read, and hate that I don’t get around to it.
… I am LOVING taking pictures every day, even when it sometimes feels like a chore.
… I like tea.
… I still have major issues surrounding jealousy and adultery, stemming from my past. They are mostly silly, and I’m glad that Brock can laugh at me about it.
… I stopped writing this in the middle, and instead of finishing, I am just going to hit ‘submit’.
