and breath.

via Daniel Pullen (one of my most favortie photographers)

I'm not going to lie, Patience is a virtue that I struggle to maintain. Things never seem to happen quite as fast as I would like them too, in less its a major mistake of course. This pregnancy is so close to the end yet I cant help but to feel how far away it seems. My body is certainly slowing down by the minute and the fears are settling. Its kind of bizarre, my fears are so different than what people seem to be expecting. Am I scared I'm going to want to keep the babes? Um, absolutely NOT. My two are quite enough and to be quite logical about it, they aren't mine to keep. Am I scared of labor? Not really, I have a great OBGYN who I have known for many years and trust him, well with my life. Its the creeping days up until this "big day." Its worrying about my sanity and holding on for just a little bit longer, that is what is starting to stir in this brain.

I try to stay in a semi positive place, but like most of us, that's not always the easiest. The complaints I spill out to the hub I'm sure is getting slightly unbearable, but I know all of this is mainly hormonal and super expected during pregnancy making it easier to cope. I know Ill will be delivered before we all know it with a huge gold star on my chart. It never hurt anyone to push there self to their outermost limit, and lets face it...I am pushed.