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.
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