I have gotten to the point where I'm starting to worry about how I'm going to get everything done before the baby comes. My main point of contention - Laundry. I have a personal vendetta against laundry. No matter how many loads I get through, there are always more. They never end. I did roughly 10 loads of laundry this weekend. How on earth can two people own that many clothes? We still have another 10 loads at least!
I guess it doesn't help that I have clothes ranging from a size 7 to a size 14, and then maternity clothes on top of that. If I get all the clothes and dishes caught up, and keep them caught up until I deliver, it would take a lot off my mind. I'm more worried about my house appearing clean and organized than giving birth.
I had my first crying breakdown this past week. It was pretty awful. I was lying in bed and just started crying for no reason. Jamie cuddled up behind me to give some comfort. I then kept crying because I didn't know why I was crying to begin with. Then I was crying because I was going crazy. I voiced all these thoughts aloud and as cool as a cucumber Jamie responded, "Well, you had to be at least a little crazy to marry me."
Just like that I was laughing and the crying was through. The whole episode lasted maybe five minutes, but man was I drained. Jamie almost made me start crying again - but good tears - when he told me that I slept through Michael kicking. When he wakes up at night and I'm still sleeping, he'll put his hand on my stomach and feel him move around and kick. I love my husband so much!