Yes, I am freaking out. Did you guys ever go through this when pregnant? Did you ever sit in bed with your feet elevated because they are so huge and still HURT from only working a 9 hour shift and you look down at your belly as your kid SHOVES his foot into your ribs and you go...
Oh my holy freaking crap. What have I done. WHAT HAVE I DONE?!
10 weeks... and I am going to be a mom. A MOM. Do you know what that means? Think of your mom. Think of her patience. Her sacrifice. The fact that she hasn't SLEPT since her first child was born.
I'm sure it will be fine. I KNOW it will be fine. But having this kid, and everything that accompanies it.... such as becoming one hundred percent dependent on someone, even if they are as wonderful as my husband (and yes, giving up a job I don't LOVE and having to be dependent on Adam and watching him stress and worry though he doesn't mind stressing and worrying is what I HATE and worry about the most. I hate dependence.)... just hits me more and more each week that I and this kid get bigger.
So that is my dilemma. Or freak out. I want this kid. I want our family. I am excited for it. I am ready to get my body back. I m ready for pregnancy to be done. But I also don want to give up co-support. I don't know if I'm ready for screaming and long nights and mounds of laundry and wondering if I will ever get to shower.
At least I don't have any stretch marks yet right? Not one.