…that I should sit back and enjoy this pregnancy ride. I am, and I do, but there’s also a part of me that is largely stuck in a heightened state of anticipation: waiting to get to a “safer” stage in pregnancy, waiting for the next checkup to confirm all is well, waiting for my parents to come back, waiting for stuff to arrive, waiting to know that everything is going to be fine, waiting to show this baby I can be a good mama….
….because underneath all that is worry.
I act like once this pregnancy is over and I have that baby in my arms, I’ll know everything will be okay.
But of course that’s ridiculous, because as soon as the baby comes I’ll get a whole brand new list of things to worry about. My days of worrying are only beginning, aren’t they?
So. I should just get used to it. And sit back and enjoy.