It’s been an interesting week. Sam recently began grad school (thankfully he’ll only be gone two weekends and a few nights monthly for it) which has been tiring for him and tiring for me as I played solo, pregnant parent much of the weekend, and now I’m trying to give him the space he needs each morning to get his work done before going to his full time job. I’m grateful for that man, his hard work and the past 8 months that he’s been handling Remy every morning while I sleep in (or try to). I appreciated it while it was happening, but now I wish I could go back and REALLY enjoy that time.
To put it simply, I’ve complained a lot more this pregnancy than with Remy’s and I’m still complaining.
The last few days have put things into a bit of perspective. We’ve had multiple friends and family members discover major health related problems/injuries/unresolved crises and have to endure them while trying to do all the same things I’ve been complaining about doing. I have always been blessed with good health and I continue to assume I’ll have it. To see others struggling in this area, while I’m not and yet I’m the one complaining, has been pretty emotional for me. I know I’ve had my fair share of trials in my life, but at this particular time, I think it’s appropriate for me to step back, be grateful for all that is going SO well for me right now, and check the groaning at the door.
I’m 37 weeks as of yesterday and thankful for my little (though growing) family and the opportunity to be able to be present for them and visa versa. Even if my health was in serious decline, their love makes me feel secure, content, happy.
And how can I complain about that?
Thank you so much! As do you.