Being pregnant is an isolating journey. It is exciting and beautiful. It is lonely and terrifying. At least, that is my take on it at the moment. I know that I am feeling very hormonal. I am so very much more sentimental and sensitive throughout this pregnancy than I have ever been, even when pregnant with Dillan. But, at the same time, I know that a lot of these feelings are entirely normal. They are simply aspects that women try to forget or not to talk about.
Hubster is seriously an amazing man. He is always so supportive of me, but I have never felt less supported than I do right now. Yes, he could probably be doing more to help me get ready for Little Lady and make me feel more at ease, but, to be honest, just the fact he can't understand how I am feeling is my biggest problem. And, obviously, he will not be able to since he is a male so that makes me feel like I am being absolutely insane. I just want my best friend in the entire world to understand what I am going through emotionally and physically. My physical insecurities are a whole other bag of wacky that maybe I'll touch upon later.
In addition to that completely normal, yet completely irrational, issue I am having, I am just plain anxious for the arrival of Little Lady. I am only 28 weeks. I have a long way to go and if I am going to be driving myself this crazy for the next 12 weeks, Little Lady is going to be a stressed out newborn. I stress about Dillan's reaction to the new addition, my being able to fall into a new schedule when I am home very often by myself with the kids, and keeping a honest, healthy relationship with Hubster. I am sure I will make it work since it seems I always do, but I am having my moments of sheer worry.
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