A few months ago my husband and I made the momentous decision to expand our family. We went off of birth control and a record-breaking 21 days later I got a positive pregnancy test. Seriously. My OB didn't even believe me. It warms my heart every day knowing that my family is growing, and that my daughter will have a sibling just two years younger than her to share stories, secrets, exploits, and memories.
And then we got two puppies.
So here I am, working full time with a husband who works full time, an insatiably curious and immensely active toddler, a bun in the oven, and two puppies. My friends agree that #1: I'm crazy, and #2: if anyone can pull it off, it would be me. I can safely say that I have bitten off more than I can chew.
Okay, so I recognize that things are crazy. But I reassure myself by remembering that this won't last forever, and at the same time I mourn the fact that this won't last forever. I would like to participate in more leadership opportunities. I would like to get away for a weekend with my girlfriends. I would like time to get a massage every week--or just spend more than 15 minutes getting ready in the morning. I might even try to run a marathon someday. But right now, I am absolutely reveling in my crazy little life. I love that when I get home I play with my daughter, sing songs with her during bath time, read her stories to her, pull the covers over our head and whisper secrets in gibberish, and then tuck her into bed. I like cuddling up with puppies that chew on my hand with their sharp tiny teeth until they fall asleep in my lap. I like spooning my husband at the end of a ridiculously exhausting day and feeling the tiniest kicks from the newest member of our family.
Life is good.