Sometimes you just gotta take a few minutes to take a moment to feel good and feel grateful. That’s my recommendation for today. Here are a few breaks for you. Each will take about a minute.
(They’ve been circulating the internet for a while so sorry if you’ve already seen them
Top 5 regrets people made on their deathbeds. (Article)
You can do it if you believe in yourself! (1 minute motivational speech by a kid who just rode a bike for the first time.)
I’m not really a “need to be needed” kind of gal.
I find clinginess stifling at the best of times and at the worst of times down right draining to the point that I become…less than pleasant.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been mentally preparing myself to conceive of gearing up for mustering the anticipation of rallying the expectation of dealing with the idea of a newborn. I think that I was almost, probably near the fruition of resolving the undertaking of such an event.
Except it turns out that—hah! Not really!
Today* is my official due date.
Am I excited? Anxious? Ready for the ordeal to be over with? Ready to meet the newest edition (EXCLAIMATION POINT?)
Jack is just coming out of a nightmare of a cold which has made his whole system a disaster and my happy, independent little dude has decided that the best thing to do is climb up my nose and settle there until spring. The problem is that that nostril was reserved for offspring #2. Now she(?)’ll have to crawl up the other nostril, and frankly that doesn’t bode well for being able to breathe easy.
(But does make a stunning visual, don’t you agree?)
So the little one can stay in there as loooong as she(?) wants.
Or at least another week until Jack is better and I can coax him out of his little nest. Maybe I’ll try using a peanut.
In the meantime, Disgruntled husband is picking up a lot of the slack. I wish he could do this part for me though. It would really free me up to take care of the amount of snot coming out of offspring #1:
*written on Sunday for posting on Monday. Turns out there is a staggering 1/7 chance that I could have the baby on a Monday so it still may happen “today”.