Sometimes I look down at this growing belly, feeling those first little flip-flops, and I think “Holy crap, what did I get myself into?”
Er, maybe that should be “What did we get ourselves into?” Because, holy cow, there’s a little person coming soon and he’s going to grow into a big person. Will we be able to give him everything he needs to be happy and healthy and kind to others? This wee one is going to need so much. Can I really get over my selfishness and do what needs to be done? Will it be enough?
I am excited, amazed, anxious, and terrified all at once. Can I be everything this child needs? Can I give him what he expects from me: love, kindness, instruction, selflessness?
I had such a great example in my mom. Can I live up to that?
I sure hope so.
I’m halfway there (20 weeks) and I’m not ready. Will I get there in the next 20 weeks?
Recently my spam has been touting post cards from “family.” Really? How do you know it’s a family member? Did they call and tell you?
Since relatively few of my family members are actually online, I highly doubt that they would send an electronic card. It’s just not their style. I used to send electronic Hallmark cards, but there are so many card viruses out there that my friends probably wouldn’t bother opening them anyway. Well, actually, the Hallmark ones are probably the only ones most of us would bother to open.
Junk mail continues to take over my mailbox. I get hundreds a day. I should quickly go through and make sure something didn’t get mislabeled, but that is such a pain. For my personal mail, I just delete the junk. But for work, I have to make sure nothing slips through the cracks.
Speaking of cracks, I wish someone would crack all of these spammers and virus writers over the head with something. Maybe a dirty bedpan. Or a very large bat. Or maybe those biscuits my mom microwaved for 3 minutes (when she first got her microwave). Man, those were rocks! That should cause a headache, and maybe even some bleeding.
