On my walk to the metro, I've been getting stuck behind folks who are enjoying their morning smoke. Frustrated that I have to walk behind and breathe in their exhaled smoke, I've decided to pretty much speed walk (well, run- a little) until I can pass them up. I'm sure I look a bit nutso because I always slow down as soon as I get in front of them.
A couple days this week I've come home and slept for almost 3 hours. And then I go to bed at 10PM. Given that I haven't felt many symptoms of being pregnant, this excess sleeping makes me wonder if I really am tired or if I'm just lazy.
I've been dealing with some fears this week, too. About having something go wrong. Like I said, (thankfully), I haven't had many symptoms- like morning sickness, etc.- but that makes me wonder if everything is actually progressing and going well, you know? I still have two weeks until the first doctor's appointment. I'm trying to just trust that God has prepared us for this and that all will be well. It's hard not having Sean here- not being able to share with him when my anxiety creeps up... We are able to talk everyday, but I often prefer to hear what's going on with him and work and we don't end up talking about baby stuff.
15 years later and I'm still living and learning to have faith in the One who created ALL things.
