What a loaded question that is these days. I, of course, usually answer with a "good and how are you". But what I am really thinking is:
Me? I am exhausted. I haven't slept well in months and I have months looming ahead of me without sleep. Exhausted.
Me? I am really, really pregnant. I am super thankful to be carrying this baby, but my body is about done. I am uncoordinated and waddling. My legs feel like cement blocks at the end of the day. I can't see my pedicured feet.
Me? I am done. Done with my aching back, my ginormous belly and swollen feet. Done with my racing thoughts and exhaustion. Done with uncomfortable doctor appointments and peeing in cups. I am done with bumping into things and being unable to sit comfortably at the the table...or anywhere.
Me? I am 39 week pregnant and chasing after a four year old. My patience is short. I trip on toys I can't see on the floor and there is practically no room on my lap for snuggles.
Me? I am anxious. I have another little girl on the way, any day now, and I worry about keeping both ladies happy. I worry about both ladies feeling special and loved. I worry about keeping it all together.
Don't get me wrong. I am have an amazing support system. I have a loving husband who cooks and does dishes and sends me to room to sleep. I have a sweet preschooler who loves to snuggle and feel her sister kick. I have neighbors who offer to do anything I need and a family and friends who check in with phone calls and texts and voicemails.
But me? I am at the end of the pregnancy rope. I have been ready to meet my little one for weeks and I am done being patient. I am ready. So now that I have that off my chest...
How are you?