Made with Love

Thankfully I am not in my first trimester. I mean that in the best way possible. My first trimester was a roller coaster, as I'm sure any pregnant women will feel. At first I was in shock because no matter how prepared you think you are, you are never really prepared for the mountain of emotions you'll feel. I had mostly "normal" symptoms, the one where you felt nauseous every minute of the day, fatigue at all times of the day where you'll need a nap even after you just take a shower. I felt like it was a fight between my mind and body because as much as I wanted to be productive my body just wanted me to rest. Eventually you have to surrender and take a nap. Aside from these symptoms, I had a lot of stress from work. It started to affect my health. It was the first that I had ever felt this way. To be quite honest I felt so isolated, more so than ever before. I was struggling with anxiety at work along with feeling like I was going to puke and pass out, but I was

"Raise your hand if you dislike Monday mornings? After such a busy weekend, there is no time to recover. Monday morning was such an emotional one. Of course I press the snooze button too many times, its 7:30am and I have 15 minutes. Fifteen minutes to get my son dressed, myself dressed, breakfast for Lennon, making sure he actually eats it, find clean clothes for him and I, then its a race to drop him off. For the first time, since he was in preschool last year, he never cried or hugged on to me. When I dropped him off he just hugged onto me, not letting me go. His eyes started to tear up and his arms wrapped around my hips. I just said "Lennon what's wrong?" In that moment, I just felt this sadness. My little four year old that has been so happy and independent, still needs me. Eventually it took two teachers to take his hand to play. I just couldn't help but leave crying all the way to work, and I couldn't stop when I was at work. I sat at my desk and coul