Lately, I've just been overwhelmed with thankfulness. No matter how tough things get (and they get tough!) or how sick I feel or how overwhelming all the questions I have are, I just have so much to be thankful for.
So yes, this week brought me a $900 bill for blood work (HOW), a lot of questions about the future, and a lot of anxiety about everything I need to do. But it also brought me overwhelming peace and thankfulness. I've been taken care of until now, and that's not going to stop. And at the end of the day (or really, the end of 18 weeks), no matter how many surprise bills or confusing questions or anxious feelings there are, I'm going to have a perfect little family. And when you compare that to everything else, the only option is to just be thankful. Life is good!
- I've reached a point where I'm constantly thinking of him, no matter what I'm doing...mostly because he's never not moving. I know that he's been hanging out with me for 22 weeks, but now I'm constantly aware of him. It makes me think that I'm already going to be so bonded with him when he gets here, because we'll have just been chilling for 9+ months.
- I'm just really uncomfortable already. Sometimes I tell people this, and they laugh at me and tell me it's just going to get worse from here, so
I throw my coffee at their facesmile politely and then never speak to them again. Side note: As I was typing this, I got my weekly update email that informed me that baby is the SIZE OF A SPAGHETTI SQUASH TODAY. Hello, no wonder I'm uncomfortable.
- I keep going back and forth between being ready for him to be here already and needing another solid six years to prepare everything. This baby currently has a fox outfit (obviously), a Gator's jersey, a pair of overalls, and some books. One cannot live on those things alone. So. Much. To. Do. So naturally I'm going to have another cup of coffee and pretend I have six years to take care of everything.
22 weeks down, 18(ish) more to go.