Pregnancy

Pregnancy is one of those things that is such a bizarre combination of amazingly wonderful and exhaustingly challenging. Whenever the baby moves and I realize I'm actually growing a human inside of me, I feel so awed and humbled by the fact that I get to play such a significant role in giving life to somebody, our somebody. Then the next minute I leave Nate's t-ball game after having spent a great deal of time discussing who would pick Anna and her friend up from soccer practice and grab Abby from her friend's house. We decide I will so I leave the boys with Brennan and drive directly home. I remember the girls after I have been home for 5 minutes. Then I feel in awe of my ability to forget all about two of my beloved children.

I go from sentimental and grateful for each of my sweet children to coming very close to tearing my hair out (some who are not familiar with the fact that my fun layer was intentional on the part of my hair cutter may think I have already resorted to this) because of these same sweet little things all in a matter of seconds. I'm a riot to live with, I know. However, even amidst the chaos and the exhaustion and the brain fog and humongousness, there's still something indescribably sublime about knowing there's a new member of the circus, I mean family, growing inside me waiting for just the right moment to join us and change us forever.