I don’t enjoy being pregnant. I’m grateful that I am, that I can be, that I get to experience this. But sometimes I’m a joy stealer when I’m pregnant. And I hate what that feels like.
Tonight, Colin and I went to the store to buy things for Cash’s party on Saturday. Our baby boy will be one! It’s exciting! Our people will be there. We are going to be down at the pool. It’s gonna be great.
While Colin is excited to get games, crafts, and decorations, I’m busying myself with being practical and, ultimately, squashing his fun. Ugh. It’s so not who or how I want to be. Just stealing the joy right out from under him.
I need to pay more attention to how this starts to happen and then keep my mouth shut. Instead, I only see it after the fact. I’m gonna really work on it, though. Only a few more weeks of pregnant, and then hopefully I can go back to “normal”.
