I typed a whole post. I deleted it. It didnt seem real. It was all about balance and how i need it. But that is old news and i just felt like i was stating the obvious. I am pregnant, tired, working hard, juggling - balance is the glue that holds my life together right now. I dont always get it right.
I actually had a pretty good weekend. I rested. We braaied. We swam. We were at home together. I realised that my life is not that bad. It was like a giant kick in the bum, get with the programme moment. I felt better. I wont say that i was engulfed in gratitude what with my swollen ankles and what not but hey!
I am trying to rest a bit more, do a bit less, laugh with the kids, talk to them. They make me laugh. They are pretty cool. I like the fact that they are getting personalities. I hope that they will still want to come to my house and my table when they are all grown up and talk to me. I would like that.
I did some work on the princess's room. It looks good. I do a double take everytime i walk past the room on the way to the loo. It is a lot of pink and purple. It doesnt really feel like it belongs there after years of blue. I still feel overwhelmed a bit by having a daughter. But hey i felt overwhelmed with Gabriel, because he was first. I felt overwhelmed with Seth, because how was i going to cope with two. I am of the opinion that a lot of parenthood is about sinking or swimming. And as sinking is not really an option, i have to just put my water wings on and make the best of it.
Lots of rambling- with a basic message. I am fine. My life is trundling along. I dont particularly want to kill my hubby or kids. I dont want to kill any of my colleagues (at least not today!). I am seeing Ms Peanut again at the doctor on wednesday. I think i am going to make it.