My bed rest is over and now its time to get back to work. Boo! I guess its a good thing though. If I'm left to my own thoughts I might just torture myself and who wants that? Not me. My mind keeps spinning with the same thoughts:
I want my moments.
I want my moment in which I'm finally pregnant.
I want my moment in which it doesn't end.
I want my moment in which I experience everything a mother should from beginning to end.
I want my moment in which I want to kick Jeff in the face for putting me through birth pain, though I'm almost sure I wont do it. Almost.
I want my moment in which we both look at our baby with tears in our eyes and just know that everything we've gone through has been worth it.
I need to have my first moment by next week because if I don't get it, all I I know is this:
I WILL SHATTER INTO PIECES.....
I just can't take anymore. I refuse to. This has to be MY moment. It has to.