Every Mother has her days

So as I laid in bed listening to Logan play, whine and play some more from 3-5am I got a text from another mother checking to see if I might be awake to help comfort her during her middle of the night melt down. As we text back and forth and I provide as much reassurance as possible that she is doing nothing wrong, all babies have different "growing pains" and no one slate is the same I came to realize EVERY mother has her day and if she tells you otherwise she's lying!

Motherhood is no easy feat. My friend kept apologizing saying " I know you are so tired too and your husband is gone and Logan is teething ... and the list goes on" I kept telling her it was ok we all have our moments and no one mother has it any better or worse than another.

We are ALL sleep deprived to some extent even if our kids are teenagers, we never stop making minute by minute life calls or worrying if we are doing right by the laws of parenthood.

Do I feed him, is he tired, did I give to much medicine, is he in pain, are we doing enough tummy time, why hasn't he started crawling yet, what am I not doing enough of, when will I ever sleep again, do we have groceries, OMG I haven't talk to (fill in a friends name here) since last week, I am such a bad friend, did I remember to send a birthday card, I forgot her birthday, is he wet, are we reading enough books, the list goes on forever.

And yes while I am dead tired and my husband is gone quite often my mommy hood story is no harder than my friend's who's daughter is teething and doesn't sleep even though her husband is there.

While a child is one of life's greatest blessings it is also one of life's most challenging adventures. I do miss my time away with friends, or staying up late to watch movies with my husband, I miss having the weekend to catch up on a 2 hour phone call with (fill in friends name here) but as life would have it, sometimes a text is easier, movies can be recorded and true friends will understand.

God bless the mom's because Lord knows, EVERY mother has her days.

Change

Oh my how things have changed. Changed...Ankles no more they are now referred to as cankles if you will. Fingers are more like little mini sausages sticking out from an arm that is covered in spots from the extra gallons of blood pumping through my body providing essential nutrients to the growing little man in my belly.
Sleep, what is that and when will I ever enjoy our time together again? A C-cup where oh where did you go...an F, really what is that? Is that possible? Will these large grapefruit sized meal producers ever reduce back to a size that won't hurt my back to carry them or they won't rest so perfectly on my rib cage?
Aside from the aliements I can't wait to meet our little son growing inside me. He is so active and happy and I so look forward to his birthday and holding his little body that my body managed to grow over the last 7 1/2 months. It's amazing yes, the wait seems never ending but the little human that we will call our son is all worth it all.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my shower first and foremost for being there for me while I can no longer bend over to wash my face at night. I would also like to thank the 100 calorie packs of snacks since I cant seem to stop eating and I the contiunally weight gain will make any woman go crazy. Oh the days of simplicity are over:)

Envy

Envious of the calming affects of the ocean air, the warm sun and the sound of the waves.
Jealousy isn't always the most becoming quality I am told however one can't help but be jealous of that which they can not have at a specific moment in time.
Guilt when a co-worker leave the breakroom with a bowl full of icecream and a response of Ill start working out next week.
AHHHHHHHHHH

Triggers

A song, a writing, a picture, they are all triggers. Triggers of a life you have lead, triggers of moments past, good or bad. They remind us of a place in time in which we shared a memory. A memory with a lover, a friend, a parent or a stranger. Sometimes we weep for those memories lost, sometimes we sit and laugh so hard tears fall, other times we simply sit, sit with the thought of a time long past. Each new day holds a memory, a moment in time you may cherish forever, a kiss from a loved one gone, a hug from a child who is indifferent to the world, a snap shot of the world's true beauty. Embrace life's triggers, hold on to them, allow them to write the story of that moment in your mind and on your heart forever

So they call it music therapy eh?

Sometimes it works, sometimes it hurts

In- SANITY

–noun, plural -ties.

1.

the condition of being insane; a derangement of the mind.

My definition of Insanity... moving away from friends and family, starting out on your own in your late 20's.