Today is 16 weeks. I seriously dislike Tuesdays, and then I feel kind of bad because really Tuesday isn’t responsibe for what happened, I used to like Tuesdays. Poor Tuesdays, maybe if I just pity Tuesday, instead of hate it that will make it a bit better. Who Knows…I just never want to get out of bed on Tuesdays, I’m grumpy on Tuesdays, and I am anxious on Tuesdays.
I was thinking about how much I loved being 16 weeks pregnant. It was the happiest point in all my pregnancies (aside from the actual delivery). Right now though, 16 weeks feels like forever. I don’t want to feel like this forever, I want to be happy. I want calm and content. I want some kind of “normal”. This just all really sucks.
I also realized that by the time we move, we will have lived here longer without Jeff than with Jeff. He was only able to live his dream up here for about 140 days, sometimes life is so unfair.
I am going to pack like a mad woman and forget today is Tuesday. I am going to focus on the future, and the good things left to come. I am, I am for real. Wish me luck!