When I was expecting Maggie, Kevin was out of town a lot of my third trimester. I distinctly remember thinking I was never going to make it to the end. My temper was short and my attitude was bad.
There were low points, a lot of them. I remembering my teeny tiny two year old Little saying "Mommy don't cry." I can also hear my darling sister telling me "pregnancy is not an excuse for behaving poorly." Her words have rang like a clinging bell in my head since I read the words "pregnant" on that little white stick back in January. I thought this it Carly, God is giving you one more chance to maintain poise and grace while carrying around excess weight and all the other delightful effects of pregnancy.
I think I was getting a little cocky about it. I kept thinking, I've got it this time. I can still be a fun mom and a loving wife and play with my kids and make them dinner and move houses and keep the new house clean, all while maintaining a perfect attitude, completely unaffected by the dregs of pregnancy.
Then I reached my third trimester. This happened about a week ago, while we were on a weekend getaway...(the day that I mentioned when I could barely muster a dirty look at Kev happened on this trip). Yesterday my blood boiled because the playroom wasn't as tidy as I liked and today my blood has been boiling because the dog keeps going to the bathroom in the house,Maggie drew on a pillow with permanent marker and Libby made a slide out of her mattress after I told her that today wasn't the day for mattress slide making. The funny thing is, in my crazy brain right now, even though my husband is at work earning diligently to provide for our family, if I let myself, I could probably find a reason why all of those things are his fault and not just the result of a bad day.
Yet still, Amy White's words ring true, "pregnancy is not an excuse for behaving badly."
So I go on. It's true I turned on the TV today and plopped the children in front of it and gave myself a time out. Then I thought, I would get it off my chest, write it down here to hold myself accountable and throw in some pictures of my darlings to remind myself how beautiful they are to me.
Confession has been made...blood boiling level is coming down, the girls are ignoring the TV and playing a silly game together and it is almost nap time.
I will not behave poorly just bc I am with child.
Pictures are better than words
Kev's Work Party
Just FYI probably the one of the greatest days of my children's life. They got push-up pops, glitter tattoos, and there were pony rides. Amen.
Random Chix Beach photos and or pictures of what salt water does to Maggie's hair.
Holy big belly batman. I still have ten weeks left. I'm okay with this, but if you say anything other than encouraging about it I'm taking you off my Christmas card list.
That is all that technology will let me do right now. Hopefully, that will suffice until I can get the rest of the pictures off of my phone.
Grace and Peace