I just separated the laundry into piles, and ONCE AGAIN, I put several of my husband’s t-shirts in MY pile. Again. I thought I would be finished doing that a week or two ago.
Due date came. And went.
My mood yesterday was pretty crummy. Be thankful you didn’t run into me. I hid out most of the day actually. Today I’m in a much better mood, almost like I’ve accepted the fact that he’s never coming. He’s not actually real, and I’ve gained 30 pounds of cheeseburgers and chocolate chip cookies.
It’s the only time I’ve ever wanted to wake up in pain. But every night when I wake up and realize it’s after midnight, I know it’s not gonna happen.
Waiting stinks, especially when you expect something to happen by a certain time.
Forgive me for sounding whiny. I certainly have nothing to complain about, especially when so many have premature babies to worry about or they can’t have children at all. I am truly blessed; I know that.
Nevertheless, waiting is hard. Sometimes we wait for days, weeks, years for something to happen. We start to believe that it won’t happen. Anxiety sets in and tries to take over our mind.
No wise words coming from me today. This is simply my plea to you: pray for me. Pray for patience in the wait, and pray that I don’t let my emotions and hormones take over. It’s hard to stay level headed and calm in situations that feel out of our control. It’s hard not to let our anxiety shape our words and actions toward the people we love the most. It’s also hard to be nice to strangers, like the employee in the furniture store who shouted “Wow, you look downright MISERABLE!” He obviously hasn’t seen my post about things NOT to say to a pregnant woman.
If you have any wise words to help me stay patient and nice, I’d love to hear them. What do you do when you have to wait on something? It would be good for me to hear YOUR stories to get my mind off of growing stretch marks and worsening hip pain.