I felt you.
You were a pea. Then a lemon. Then an eggplant.
I followed advice. I read twelve books. I quit coffee.
Could you tell I was scared?
I talked to you, sang to you… I wasn’t ready.
But then you were here.
Ten toes. Eight pounds.
Big fat love.
I held you. I fed you.
I realized that I would spend my life doing things to make you happy — and that that would make me happy.
And then there are the times I want to give up.
You’ve made me rethink my sanity.
You’ve made me want to fall on my mother’s feet and tell her
that I get it.
But then you smile and you say my name — and you grab my hand with those little fingers.
We’re growing together. We are seeing the world like it’s new.
I will open my heart and love will rain down all over you.
You’ll giggle, and I’ll do it all over again.
And we will walk hand in hand.
Until you let go.
I made you, but you made me a mother.
I can’t keep my eyes open
It’s only 4 o’clock
Up all night AGAIN
Hubs basically just “sleeps” here this week because he’s super busy at work, working extra hours
My anxiety is through the roof
I’m exhausted and coffee is not helping
Why won’t these kids sleep?! I just don’t understand
katwithbelly asked: Kinda late, but so glad to hear the twins are getting their helmets off because they are doing so well, YAY
Aww thanks! I’m thrilled!!
Attempted self feeding today with the kids: they enjoyed eating a banana (yay!) but couldn’t pick it up on their own (bothered!) try try again another day
Laying back, listening to his tunes