Hi folks, I'm not going to lie, it's been a rough week. I sprained my ankle, I'm hugely pregnant, it's hotter than Hades, the job is a shitshow, and I've got baby anxiety big time.
My Type A tendencies have emerged full force and I'm suddenly losing my mind trying to pull together a nursery. I'm looking around my house and everything that always looked so sweet and quirky and "vintage" suddenly looks old and shabby. I'm terrified that baby X will resent living with Ma and Pa Joad.
True to my Cancer nature I'm going to pull into my shell for a few days, and the next time I peek out I'm thinking things will look a little brighter.
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