We were at a friend’s house and her three year old snapped this picture of me.
When people ask for recent pictures, I try to pick something that involves makeup and an adult photographer. But this toddler snapshot resonated. It’s the clearest picture of how I’m feeling right now—at this moment and in too many other moments to count.
I’m trying to enjoy the remaining weeks of this second pregnancy, because who knows if I’ll ever be pregnant again. And I know that once the baby comes, things will get harder. I’ll turn into that sleep-deprived crazy lady. Right now the baby is cozy, doesn’t cry, and gets fed automatically. But I’m still so, so tired and I can only pick up items off the floor if they’ll fit through a vacuum hose.
Things seem to be slip sliding away: makeup, pants without holes in them, shirts that fit, daily showers. Thank goodness I have a steady pair of earrings and a gold-nest necklace from Flaurena that make me feel human. I needed them these past couple weeks because I discovered I have ringworm. Ringworm. Really?*
But hey, I’m not on bed rest, so what’s a little fungus going to do?
*Note: If you’ve seen me lately don’t worry. You’ll be happy to know it’s been treated and I’m not contagious.
Please share your strategies on how to stay sane when the second baby arrives!