There are so many questions I want to ask her but I probably shouldn't. Like, Why do you have to lean on my bladder foring me to get up 3-4 times a night bursting for the most pathetic tiny wee? Or Why have your deided to take over my brain? Not in a I can't stop thinking about you kind of way (that goes without saying) but in a horrible making me look simple kind of way. Brain farts as myself and daddy call them are becoming so embarrassing. I have turned up for work at the wrong time and on the wrong days 3 time in the last two weeks. Its becoming a running joke at work, which gets me down.
And while we are on the subject of feeling down, why do you make my hormones take over? I don't feel like me anymore. I'm just this crazy pregnant woman who cries when her tea is too sweet or when shes feeling tired. I know you didn't ask to be created and so I love you so much for being perfect already and I hate that all I do is complain. I can't wait to meet you although I am afraid that this was the easy part.
Let me be me for a bit longer before I am mam forever