So! Pregnant again! Seems I'm following society's pattern of normal. How the hell did I fall into this one? Me, normal, society, huh? I've always been an outcast, a "higher" thinker, someone who does it all backwards but now lookey lookey. I've got a mortgage, a kid, a baby, another baby on the way, a dog (stinky, snoring dog by the way), a job (does part time count?), debt, schedules and last but probably the most necessary, a great pair of mummy sweatpants. What have I turned into?! I am a monster in mascara!
Don't get me wrong though. I adore my children, I adore my spouse, could lose the debt, but everything else in my life is decently swell. It's a good life! I might lose it with patience and verocity somedays, I may procrastinate my butt off others, but all in all, I think I should be damn proud of where I've been, and where I am now, and how I got here.
Every single damn little choice we make gets us to exactly where we are now, if it's a bad place, then we make another decision to get us to another bad place, but eventually end up with a really awesome moment of Ah Ha!, and it's all because of that teeny tiny decision we made prior.
So onto the next chapter, whether it includes a new lil girl or (god help me) another bouncin' boy, I made all my own decisions that got me where I am. I did damn good if I can say so myself.
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