It's either pregnancy or I'm just a bummer.
I feel on the verge of crying half the time and I have to talk myself into being patient with Rosanna like it's a chore. I don't want to have the same "I don't want to close my eyes" conversation every freaking night. Especially when I've never, not once, told her she has to.
Watching her tonight dance around to the music on the credits of a movie I thought to myself, "this won't last forever. Soon enough she'll be too self-conscious to be silly". That made me sad. She was so joyful. She jumped and flitted and fell and laughed herself into hiccups.
Right now I'm questioning my place in this house. How much of my responsibility should I expect to shift as a result of my "condition"? So far it would seem that zero of it will. Be prepared for this place to become the sty of a pig upon the arrival of #2, I don't really see any way around it.
And on a final random note, how is it so danged warm outside? I don't own warm-weather maternity clothes and I am certainly not going to go buy any just for a few weeks of my life. This was an unexpected turn of events and I'd really love it if I could get four more weeks of chill. Fingers crossed....