An Open Letter To Anyone Who Has to Deal with Me...

To Whom It May Concern
An open letter to anyone having to deal with me these last few weeks of pregnancy…

Dear Whoever has to Deal with Me,

Tick. Tick. Tick. Do you hear that? That’s the countdown clock and while it may go Tick. Tick. Tick. I am going TICKTICKTICK like a mad woman on speed.

The time is in some instances passing too quickly, and then in other areas, I am screaming for it to HURRY UP. And by it, of course I mean delivering this baby. This letter is to serve as an advance apology for any struggle, attitude, forgetfulness, disrespect, or issues that I may display anytime between oh a week ago and delivery.

My mind is racing, my anxiety is up a 100% and the planning that I am attempting to do is – well psychotic. And yes, I am blaming this all on pregnancy.

So dear husband, kids, loved ones, friends, co-workers, family or blog readers… know that you are loved. And grace is much appreciated while I deal with this insane period of preparation. I know how crazy I am driving myself, so can’t even imagine the crazy I am driving you.

Much Love,

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