i have a confession. lately i have really been struggling with the fact that i am no longer the carefree college kid i once was ( in all honesty i didn't even like that stage when i was there). but there is something about the transition from taking care of myself alone, to stephen and me, to harry, stephen, *new baby*, and me. i don't identify myself with the mothers i see in the grocery store or those in the gym... the ones that read the home magazines while their children are content in the childcare room. i like to think that we have a good system down... we are happy at home together and make it work. but what happens when it goes from 3 to 4? what am i going to do when i don't even have time to shower (i only enjoy that 5 minutes now thanks to Noggin)?
only God knows how we are going to make it. but i have complete faith in him that this child is in His timing and that he knows what is best. so i'll just get over my ridiculous struggle with the fact that i don't ever want to grow up and enjoy the ride.