with my daughter, breastfeeding was anything but effortless. Frantic calls to my mom, the La Leche league and tearful pleas to my daughter ..made birth seem like cake in comparison. Now with less than eight weeks to go, I wake up on Sundays, with a fresh list of items to fret over., not made easier or shorter by tips, ideas and must haves from anyone and everyone that has ever birthed a child.
I remind myself that the most important components come included in the baby pack...baby..and love...and that most of the rest is extra stuff sent from a far a way planet to worry me...speaking of worry,
my belly is so big now I have two regions to my body...ab(above belly) and bb( below belly).
the bb region is now gone from my eyesight until further notice..i.e after my baby boy pops out.
my tattoos continue to stretch and stretch....but still thanks to the genetic God..still no stretch marks.
I'm back to reading to my baby, talking to myself ALOT more and constantly wrapping my head around being a mom of TWO kids.
why is it that i notice the most minute of dust particles but can step over an entire laundry room of laundry?
I require a good push to effectively get up from a seated position on my couch. And I haven't cried in the last 48 hours...
good way to start the week.
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