Ruth Stoops

My thoughts have been so scattered these past weeks.  Anxious, impatient, hormonal, excited, at peace, ready, unprepared…words that run in and out of each other at a mind-boggling pace.  Just yesterday, I spent much of the morning sloshing around the house, feeling exhausted and entirely overwhelmed.  I just wanted a break - not as Pregnant Ruth, not Mother Ruth, just Ruth.  And I knew that even though the end of the pregnancy is rapidly approaching, that it would not be an end so much as a beginning.  There is no lull, no recovery time between giving birth and caring for this new life.  No breaks.  No return to normal.  Just tag team craziness.  Can my body handle it?  Can my mind?

Well, of course it can, Ms. Drama.  People have been having babies for a long time and most make it out alive.  *Insert Pendulum Swing Here*   Around dinner time last night, I got a surge of energy.  Thank the Good Lord for nesting urges!  I made a big dinner (for myself - Layne was working late), cleaned up the house, got a lot of “work” work done, and did it all with a smile.  I felt so empowered, waddling around the house being crazy-productive.  My thoughts switched from Eeyore to Tweety Bird (shout-out, Waldens) and I just knew at that moment, “I can do this.  I WANT to do this!”  Which is good, considering that I have to do this.

I knew I would get hormonal at this point, but nothing has prepared me for the visceral speed at which my mood is changing.  Watch out, world.  Who knows what’s coming next!

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