Everyone's telling me to soak these moments in. The aloneness and independence, I think, is what they're talking about. I will miss that, I'm sure.
Others make having a baby sound like the absolute worst thing in the world--like I'll never get to do anything ever again, ever and I'll NEVER get time to myself EVER again. And my marriage is going to fail because we'll never talk to each other again because we'll be so consumed by this baby. And it will be miserable and we'll never enjoy our lives again ever. And we'll want to die.
I just let those kinds of people talk. I think that's what they need---to talk and feel like someone is listening. I nod and smile, then completely disregard 89% of what they say.
Then, there are people in my life like Kristin, who darn near tear up each time they talk about how wonderful is it to be a mom. I run into Kristin around town and she always leaves me feeling inspired and encouraged. She's the kind of person whose opinions I want to let stick with me. I'm sure Kristin would say that being a mom is hard and that--yes--things change and that --no--you don't get as much down time with your husband. But I think she'd also say,
You know what? You figure it out.
So, this morning I'm eating one of my favorite breakfasts. Very slowly, and I'm thinking about the little person who can hardly move anymore in my belly, which is as taut as a drum at this point.
-plain greek yogurt
-agave nectar drizzle on top, since plain greek yogurt can be sour
And I'm soaking in the fact that I have the wherewithal to take a photo of my yogurt and blog about it, because I'm not sure if my yogurt will feel so decadent here in a few days when I've got someone attached to my boob.
What are you all doing on this Friday morning? I bet lots of you are on vacation. I have a friend in Mexico and two friends in Greece. Where are you this morning? What are you enjoying?