Feeling a little young and dumb lately whenever I think about life after baby arrives. There's just so much that I don't know. I don't know how to prepare for what's to come but... that's OK. Even if I'm proven terribly wrong, pregnancy has truly been an opening process for me so far.
I've been listening and absorbing, and doing a whole lot of letting-go.
Letting go of ideas that I've held onto, releasing, shedding, and coming to peace that things do not last.
Finding love more easily.
Embracing all that is, both the good and bad, and all possibilities of what could be.
I hope to stay hopeful.
I'll have gone into the delivery room with a positive mindset – albeit scared to shit – and come out of the whole experience a new person, WITH a whole new person (what the faaaa!!). I might be a different person, but I choose to be a person who has grown. When I look in the mirror, instead of saying Who the hell are you, I want to hear myself say, Hey, welcome, let's get to know each other.
Some things I've done lately that I'd like to remember: Hospital tour // Flower arrangement class with Studio Choo at Heath Ceramics // Solo lunch: Curry made with ramen broth // Sourcing with Jason // Rotten City Pizza // Making a mancave for Jason // My first ever dance class, baby and me // Treating myself to a buttermilk biscuit with honey, coffee and mani-pedi immediately afterwards // My first prenatal massage - UH-MAZYONG.
And may I leave you with this little tidbit: Love your sadness. It won't last.