My precious Nugget, the day has come when I have entered the worrying mind set of a mom. I use to think your grandma was crazy when she would whip her full arm across me when she had to slam on the breaks in the car, I have just now realized that she couldn’t help this reaction that mom’s are programmed to worry about and protect their children. Apparently you don’t have to be born for my worrying to begin, I worry that you will be healthy and happy, I worry you will hate me, I worry about who you will pick as friends, I even worry about you driving!
This morning was a stereotypical pregnant mommy morning. First, I frantically tried every pair of pants on that I own before realizing it may be time to give into the dreaded world of maternity clothing. You are making mommy’s behind and hips grow in ways she never expected. Then, on my drive into work I passed a horrible accident. I don’t know what came over me, maybe it’s the ridiculous level of hormones in my body, but I started crying hysterically. It made me realize how out of control I am of your safety in this world; all I could do was say a prayer for the people in the accident and for you. I wonder if God has a quota on how much you can pray for your children, I’m afraid I may hit it before you are even born!
