I am:

- wearing a sweater and my little belly is sticking out
- eating everything in sight (and only gaining ONE POUND in 5 months!! Woohooooo!)
- falling in love with my husband more and more all the time
- thankful that the little bebe inside me is healthy
- grateful for an amazing mom and stepdad and mother-in-law and father-in-law
- glad I have a new camera to capture some of the funniest moments I have ever seen
- proud of my son, who is growing up to be a smart, funny, and kind little man
- excited for Christmas
- feeling the baby kick all day long, and loving it
- going to be good (in regards to my last post: "tomorrow's another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain")
- happy at my job
- lucky that my husband got me such an amazing Christmas present (yes, we exchanged gifts already -- my fam isn't great at waiting for that part ahahaha)

I Am:

- wearing a sweater and my little belly is sticking out
- eating everything in sight (and only gaining ONE POUND in 5 months!! Woohooooo!)
- falling in love with my husband more and more all the time
- thankful that the little bebe inside me is healthy
- grateful for an amazing mom and stepdad and mother-in-law and father-in-law
- glad I have a new camera to capture some of the funniest moments I have ever seen
- proud of my son, who is growing up to be a smart, funny, and kind little man
- excited for Christmas
- feeling the baby kick all day long, and loving it
- going to be good (in regards to my last post: "tomorrow's another day, and I'm thirsty anyway, so bring on the rain")
- happy at my job
- lucky that my husband got me such an amazing Christmas present (yes, we exchanged gifts already -- my fam isn't great at waiting for that part ahahaha)

I Want to Wear a Hoodie.

I'm not sure if I'm ready for the shit to hit the fan.
Or for the rain.
Or for the damage control I will inevitably have to do, even though it's not me who did something wrong.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to feel shitty.
I don't know if I can stop this worry-train I'm on.
I'm not sure if I believe that it won't reflect badly on me.
Or if I believe I won't magically lose friends over it.

But I am sure of this: I could tuck myself away in my new house with my husband and my son and my soon-to-come little baby and I could never come out and I could drink tea and eat cheese and pickles and cream puffs and I would be happy staying like that for a very long time. Or at least until the storm outside is over.

I Want To Wear A Hoodie ...

I'm not sure if I'm ready for the shit to hit the fan.
Or for the rain.
Or for the damage control I will inevitably have to do, even though it's not me who did something wrong.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to feel shitty.
I don't know if I can stop this worry-train I'm on.
I'm not sure if I believe that it won't reflect badly on me.
Or if I believe I won't magically lose friends over it.

But I am sure of this: I could tuck myself away in my new house with my husband and my son and my soon-to-come little baby and I could never come out and I could drink tea and eat cheese and pickles and cream puffs and I would be happy staying like that for a very long time. Or at least until the storm outside is over.