Apparently my hormones are kicking into high gear this pregnancy. I was not emotionally hormonal at all during my pregnancy with Ella Beth, however, I've had two melt downs in less than a week.
I am so overwhelmed at the thought of having to care for two little ones. I still question why and how this happened. I am miserable in my pregnancy because I don't feel well (falling down our hard-wood stairs Monday didn't help this any), and I am exhausted all of the time. My patience is wearing very thin with Ella Beth. She has started to whine a good deal when she doesn't get her way...and I can't stand it. I would rather listen to her cry or scream than whine because she's not getting her way. I know that she doesn't understand why Mommy is tired and can't play wild and crazy with her any more; she doesn't understand why I can't "jump" her all over the house like Daddy does; she doesn't understand why it takes me two minutes to get from the living room floor to the fridge when she wants her water right then. I know that she doesn't understand. However, at the moment, my own understanding isn't making my life any easier.
We have finally started Landon's nursery. I've been looking forward to that for months. It's not boosting my outlook the way I thought it would. It is just making me more anxious about what's to come.
I feel like a horrible mother because this is my job. It's the job I chose. It's the job I always wanted. Lately, it's the only thing I want a break from.
My friend, Meredith, told me that I need "lunch breaks." She said that with every other job out there everyone gets lunch breaks. They have time to get away from their work and think about/enjoy something else. They also get weekends.
I suppose Mere is right. The longest I've ever been away from Ella Beth is 6 hours one Friday. Sometimes I think it would help me appreciate her and the time I spend with her more. But there's this catch...didn't I sign on willingly to be a full-time-mom? I feel guilty about leaving her. My mother-in-law has mentioned that I leave Ella Beth with her while I grocery shop each week. But, umm, isn't that what moms do? They do everything with their babies in tow? Then there's this other part of me who doesn't want anyone raising my baby but me - even if it's just for an hour or two. It's my job.
Okay...so my emotional rantings will stop here. I don't really feel any better now that I've "vented" but maybe someone can give me some reassurance that I will survive this. Landon's due date is 8 weeks away; I'm anticipating him arriving in less than 6.
Will my hormones get even worse? Heaven help me...and Scott...if they do.
(I'll be sure to post pics of the nursery as we progress. Right now, it's in the process of beging painted light blue.)