Holy Cow I'm Pregnant, Again!

Yeah I’M pregnant. Not WE, I. I am the one who has to carry this baby. I am the one who has to work 40+ hours a week and then come home and run after Mason. I am the one who has to adjust my diet, making sure I get enough fruits and veggies and enough water but not too much juice. No more lunch meat, no more Hickory Farms summer beef logs at Christmas time, no more feta cheese, no more hot dogs (dang it now I’m craving one). I am the one who gains the weight and spends fleeting moments throughout the day wondering if it will all come off again one day. I am the one who can no longer sleep on my back at night. I am the one who endures the backs aches and the swelling feet after spending 13 hours a shift working on them. I am the one who has to endure the unpredictable waves of nausea and the crazy cravings. I am the one who has keep up with the laundry, the cleaning, the grocery list, the cooking, Mason’s meals and playdates. ME. Okay, I feel a little better.