The "I don't climb on anything, I don't scream while we grocery shop, I am not hungry, I am not thirsty, I explode in my diapers, I have a bleeding diaper rash, I am lethargic and will lay in your lap" kind of sick. The kind of sick that makes my heart ache.
One of my most very favorite people in the entire world, whom I love so dearly, is in the hospital having some tests run on her heart. This makes my heart ache also.
The baby's arrival is approaching, and I am scared. I will look in my rear view mirror and see a minivan chalk full of young children, for which I am responsible. I wonder how I will manage 5, how the delivery will go, if she will be a healthy and happy baby that sleeps through the night from the day we bring her home (see, I haven't entirely lost my sense of humor...not yet anyway.)
Christmas is coming and I don't even care. Presents schmesents...joy schmoy....fa la la la la la.....la la la blah blah blah.
I doubt the hormones flaring helps my jolly mood.
There it is. Big surprise, I am flawed. But, I am smart enough to know where to look.....next post.
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