One day I will no longer be pregnant and I will feel better again. Maybe then I'll blog on a regular basis again.
Oh wait, except I'll be chasing after a two year old while nursing a newborn...
Someday, when my kids are in college, I will blog on a regular basis again.
Probably about how much I miss when my kids were littles again.
So for now, I'll enjoy all the moments.
Taking Aislynn out trick or treating.
Cuddles on the couch.
Laying in bed with her while she falls asleep.
When she brings me a book and asks me to read it. 5 hundred times in a row.
Jumping in the puddles.
Being the only one who can feel baby movement.
Hearing the baby's heartbeat and watching as Cuinn has his first real smile I've seen all day.
Watching Aislynn interact with her friends and seeing how she already has her favorite people. (I'm looking at you C, R, B, J and N family)
Seeing her dance in the middle of circle time instead of sitting like she's "supposed to". (This is a whole 'nuther blog post)
I am loving being a mum, even when:
I want to pull my hair out and scream,
Lock myself in the bathroom and cry,
Am hunched over the toilet feeling so sick,
Drinking as much water as possible because it's supposed to take the headaches away,
I'm curled up in bed feeling so sorry for myself and so sick.
I love it because Cuinn and I have made these people. These amazing little people who have minds and opinions of their own.
No one can ever explain to you how much love your heart can hold, not until you've experienced it. And man, is it an experience worth having.