I’m starting to get nostalgic as we near the end of this pregnancy and are eagerly awaiting baby girl’s arrival. I’m giving in to a couple of not-so-healthy cravings that I’ve been putting off such as deep-fried mozzarella sticks. (So good!) I’m also trying to enjoy all of the little bumps and big turns. (She is so strong.) There is nothing as amazing as feeling a wee one move about inside of you. It’s my all-time favorite part of being pregnant.
For the rest of my pregnancy I’m choosing to focus on these thoughts rather than everyone else’s opinions.
I’m excited to get to know our baby girl and watch her personality blossom!
Two girls can really be double the fun.
I’m glad that Monkey will get to be the BIG kid in the house because I know she loves being around big kids.
I’m excited to watch baby girl’s face do twenty different facial expressions in a matter of seconds.
I love when my Hubster says how much he loves his girls.
Each summer, I find myself going through a lot of personal growth. It’s one of the few moments that I’m not juggling family life and work life. Sometimes, this personal growth happens while we’re on vacation. Most often, it happens during the quiet moments at home and driving around town.
This summer, I’m learning one of the hardest lessons. Not to carry someone else’s hurt. Naturally, I’m a very sensitive person with an open ear and an open heart.
It leaves me vulnerable and being easily hurt by others. As I try to stand up for myself and my family, I run into more conflicts despite how carefully I choose my battles. Before this summer, I took the hurtful words to heart. I left feeling wounded. These wounds became too heavy. My heart felt heavy.
After a lot of talking with my Hubster and listening to the universe, I have learned that I can’t have a heavy heart. I can’t let someone else’s wounds become mine. It gets in the way of enjoying all of the small moments. It distracts me from being present. It takes away the happiness I feel when laughing with my Hubster or cuddling with my Monkey.
So, I’m learning to let go of the hurt and choose joy. It’s not easy. But each day, I feel more and more like myself again. I hope I can help my girls through this lesson when it’s their time to learn it.
This past weekend, I was thankful for…
the best morning snuggles
stopping by the cheese shop and checking out its new cafe side
getting front parking at the zoo
seeing the lionesses and gorilla up close
a delicious lunch at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants
finding a new park and watching Monkey love it
eating delicious smoked chicken that my Hubster made.
I went to a different lab to get my blood drawn for a lab test for baby girl. Here’s the conversation that I had with the lab tech:
Lab Tech: So, do you know what you’re having?
Me: Yes, a girl. Another girl.
Lab Tech: I’m a dad with two girls too!
Me: Really? How is it? My husband is slightly terrified still.
Lab Tech: Oh no. He’ll have fun. Tell him not to worry. I couldn’t imagine my life without my first one. Then, I had my second one. I was totally worried. How was I going to share my love?
Me: That’s exactly we’re at.
Lab Tech: Don’t worry…It’ll all play out just right.
How perfect was that? Whether or not he knows it, our conversation was the Godwink that I needed. I hardly ever go to that lab because it’s out of the way. Today, I had some other errands to run near it and something inside of me told me that I should stop by. I’m glad that I listened to the universe.